Juan J. Sánchez
Sponsor
The Boy and the Girl
Poem by Juan J. Sánchez
Note: This is a contest submission.
A glimpse was all it took;
the girl graced upon her look.
The boy afar was not a prince or a flaming gallant,
much less a hero known for being so valiant.
“Although,” the little girl thought,
“he is different, and quite a splendor has he brought.”
Who could this incognito be?
Might he have the likes of me?
Is this boy one ‘rara avit’,
or a mere commoner, more likely?
And so this girl sang thoughts as they fell,
for this gal (a boy afar) was too-much-an-intrigue to leave behind.
“Would you mind,”
the girl said, “to be so kind,
and let this silly girl for a moment bind.”
But as she spoke,
the boy said none;
perhaps he might have let a sigh,
although… no, never mind.
“Your world and mine, you see,
are too like fine, for me;
but this for one another
and yet, not for any other.”
But once this told,
the boy said none,
and this time (I’m sure of it), he silently whispered into the air.
What a strange affair!
“Will you speak please?
I’ll gladly promise not a tease.”
And whence this said,
a grim he led;
but did not spoke,
not now, nevermore.
The boy, still timid, still shy,
would not risk a word, would not risk a lie.
Poem by Juan J. Sánchez
Note: This is a contest submission.
A glimpse was all it took;
the girl graced upon her look.
The boy afar was not a prince or a flaming gallant,
much less a hero known for being so valiant.
“Although,” the little girl thought,
“he is different, and quite a splendor has he brought.”
Who could this incognito be?
Might he have the likes of me?
Is this boy one ‘rara avit’,
or a mere commoner, more likely?
And so this girl sang thoughts as they fell,
for this gal (a boy afar) was too-much-an-intrigue to leave behind.
“Would you mind,”
the girl said, “to be so kind,
and let this silly girl for a moment bind.”
But as she spoke,
the boy said none;
perhaps he might have let a sigh,
although… no, never mind.
“Your world and mine, you see,
are too like fine, for me;
but this for one another
and yet, not for any other.”
But once this told,
the boy said none,
and this time (I’m sure of it), he silently whispered into the air.
What a strange affair!
“Will you speak please?
I’ll gladly promise not a tease.”
And whence this said,
a grim he led;
but did not spoke,
not now, nevermore.
The boy, still timid, still shy,
would not risk a word, would not risk a lie.