Hidden Treasure

I found this blog by acccident, digging for something totally unrelated.

Hide Me
by psychedelic pisces at Cerulean Ciphers

I'm like a tightly closed bud of a flower,
hidden layer by layer of wonderful surprises.

I'm beautiful, I'm brilliant, I'm funny and witty, I'm fragile and sweet, I'm vindictive and loyal, I'm sensitive, I'm a complete enigma. And I'm hidden. Hidden from you and everyone else.

Find me... like I found you - unpolished, rough diamond beneath a pile of fool's gold.

Discover me... like I discovered you - slowly and with great enjoyment
as i watched you shine.

Cherish the moment you uncover me like a child
who eagerly opens his present on christmas morning.

I am hidden so you can find me.
Find me soon for I am buried beneath all pretty baubles and trinkets.
Hopefully, you are not blinded by all the glitter and sparkle for
I am plain and dull.

When you find me at last, do not lose sight of me.
I am hard and edgy from the hiding. If you treasure me, polish me with care until at
last I shine like a tear from your eye.

And I will be yours forever.

Foam

Take me to the seashore,
The waves caress the sand.
Walk me nowhere with you,
In foam where sea meets land.

Footprints melt and mingle,
Dissolve beneath the waves.
And all there is is now,
Sea, foam, me, you, your face.

If our path disappears,
And you sift through my hand,
Then foam lasts forever,
Like our walk on the sand.

Footprints have been covered
By snow and by the waves.
The years have washed away,
And so we keep the days.

I am from the ocean,
And you are from the land,
Meet me on the seashore,
In the foam, on the sand.

Xiu On Poetry

Xiu has featured more than once here at My People. She is only 19, but a woman for all seasons. Scholar, athlete (rugby!), fashion model, business woman (of late), a woman of letters (January Winds) and ............ a poet.

You can find her almost daily at January Winds. Sometimes its merely her personal diary; short notes more to herself than to her readers or messages to the ones closest to her. And sometimes she writes poetry.

This isn't the first time I've posted about her poetry (Xiu's Song). Xiu verse is short, not metered but rather a rhythm of ideas, thoughts. So much poetry, especially the old fashioned classical kind, confuses more than captures the imagination; fanciful foliage of language crowd the flowers of emotion and meaning. Xiu's poetry is unadorned, simple beauty like a single rose.

Like "On Love":

You see, I loved her.
It was love at first sight,
at last sight
at ever and ever sight.

I've always wanted to ask her about her poetry, and today I got my chance. I saw her online on Facebook, and for the first time we had a real conversation. I asked her about her poetry:


5:54pm Lim Yi Xiu
i just come up with phrases once a while, and i break them apart into like a poetry form. instead of one whole sentence...

so it goes
Something like this
once in a while
or maybe all the time

and i have layers..
that not everyone notices-
which is good!
subtle meanings/ metaphors...

and i try to make them
as real as possible.
personal things i experienced.
so it is real,

and not some thing
i merely THINk about.
but i do
experience them.

So even when talking about her poetry she breaks into verse.

And now while blogging this, I see Xiu wrote me a poem at January Winds:

Remember the Times:

Remember the times, so fine,

when we were too young to be prudent

about emotions, love, speech, actions

Remember the times, so fine,

when we thought that

nothing could stand in our way

Remember the times, so fine,

for they keep us alive

so why don’t we try

Remember

With the genius of brevity, short and sweet Xiu took sentences from a Facebook conversation, and made me a rose.

Thanks Xiu

:)

2 years

2 years since

you're gone. Absent,

not accounted for.

2 years now,

where are you?

We're still here

2 years later

Footprints in the Snow

Maybe you were always there and I just can't remember.
All that comes to mind is a girl with freckles and big glasses giggling with her girlfriends;
then one day the glasses and giggles were gone,
and you were beautiful.

Our paths crossed, but I never dreamed they'd meet,
and could scarcely believe it when it did.
We made footprints in the fresh fallen snow
as I walked you home that night,
And I kissed you and you kissed me back.
And time paused for a moment
In a world bright and pure and white.

We counted the stars I'd seen so many times,
And for the first time I knew their wonder,
And I suppose the world went 'round,
But all I can recall is the snowflake in my hand.

The moment was magic; I didn't wonder when it passed.
You were no longer a girl and I not yet a man.
We went our ways without a struggle or a song,
And the tracks we made vanished and were gone.

Years have blown away and melted, and snow is sprinkled in our hair.
I don't regret the path I've taken, nor should you.
Yet every now and then I look back and remember
our footprints in the snow.

Joyeux anniversaire,
Ami

Tiny Dancer

Take me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Laid down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
(from "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John)

I didn't know it was you when it came over the radio driving home.
I'd seen you around but didn't know you,
and yet all that week Elton John's song
"Candle in the Wind" kept running in my head,
only the words had changed;

And I would have liked to have known you
But you were just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

You did so much in such little time,
you danced before millions.

You are famous,
but I didn't know you,
You're gone but you touched us,
we still feel you.

You made waves
that reached every corner of the sea,
but the stone that you dropped
in our little pond
has left us dry.

And you're still here,
dancing here,
a tiny dancer in my head.

Ballerina,
you must have seen her dancing in the sand.
And now she's in me, always with me,
tiny dancer in my hand.