tale of two poems

I had recently been taking a fifteen-minute nap every after lunch break. I would put on my headset and listen to the playlist I call "sleepy head". In the playlist are instrumental that are very relaxing to the ears and perhaps to the soul. One of the pieces included in this playlist is The Lake House by Rachel Portman from the soundtrack of the movie of the same title. When I played it one day, I imagined myself being at the side of a lake (specifically the lake inside the Del Monte Golf Course in Cawayanon, Bukidnon), sitting down, looking far across the lake to the trees on the other side, with the cool breeze blowing from the lake to my face. I felt an exuberance I've never felt in quite a while. I was so happy that I started writing a poem on my mind expressing my happiness. But I didn't want to break my relaxation to write down what was on my head, so I put it off for the rest of the afternoon and decided to write it down later that evening.

Later that evening... Ha! Big mistake! I tried remembering how I felt earlier that afternoon, but failed. I wrote a poem, anyway, and the result is "dear lake, dear tree" . You can read this poem in my blog. When I reviewed it, I was surprised at how different it was to the one I had in mind during my nap. The poem I wrote down is very sad. I felt sorry for the narrator (that is to say, myself) and so I wrote another one with the intention of writing something with a happier tone. The result is "shimmering lake, beloved trees" that you can also read in my blog. It's happier, but not as happy as the one I had in mind earlier that day.

One inspiration. Two different poems. Two moods. Two poems that are different than the one originally intended. I should never put off writing down a poem I have in mind. Pen and paper must always be at the ready.