words on a dusty pane
After a year and a half of blogging, I guess it is time to change the blog's title.
"urban poems" is ok, but I am mindful that I am still a minor writer. You may find the blog's new title somewhere within the following poem. But then again, I may not change it, I have grown fond of "urban poems". Heck, what am I talking, it must be the office work driving me nuts....
This piece is about a certain district I once lived in...
image by dsnake1
words on a dusty pane
circa 1970s, Kallang
Outside, the city lurches by
in frames of moving headlights
and mottled skies.
tonight there are no screams
from the shadows of concrete,
no clash of metal blades, no sirens.
through the windows the night
snakes in choking with prejudice
and soot from dying sawmills
when hours earlier the rain
had pelted the decaying streets
like swarms of stinging wasps.
soon it will be dawn,
the first slivers of light
promising hope
painting peeling walls
and rusted steel
with bold strokes of liquid gold,
shinning through
angry words
on a dusty pane.
09.02.07
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"urban poems" is ok, but I am mindful that I am still a minor writer. You may find the blog's new title somewhere within the following poem. But then again, I may not change it, I have grown fond of "urban poems". Heck, what am I talking, it must be the office work driving me nuts....
This piece is about a certain district I once lived in...
image by dsnake1
words on a dusty pane
circa 1970s, Kallang
Outside, the city lurches by
in frames of moving headlights
and mottled skies.
tonight there are no screams
from the shadows of concrete,
no clash of metal blades, no sirens.
through the windows the night
snakes in choking with prejudice
and soot from dying sawmills
when hours earlier the rain
had pelted the decaying streets
like swarms of stinging wasps.
soon it will be dawn,
the first slivers of light
promising hope
painting peeling walls
and rusted steel
with bold strokes of liquid gold,
shinning through
angry words
on a dusty pane.
09.02.07
********
posted by dsnake1 at 11:21 PM
15 Comments:
wow, a mood masterfully depicted!
love the ending...
great sense of atmosphere
and i agree with polona re the ending
lyrically beautiful
I walked through that district with this poem. I think urban poems suits your blog.
My two penny worth, dsnake1.
polona,
thanks, it's a moody piece. :)
floots,
thank you!
magiceye,
thanks!
gautami,
i will stick to the old title for the time being. :)
I am very busy lately and won't have time to design a new header and all that. :D
i think most big cities have districts like that.
powerful!!! thanks
I don't think you should change the title, you really do write poems of urban settings. If anyone can claim to write urban poems, it's you.
- Liz
This blew me away, dsnake.
Powerfully written. Love the ambience. One of your best.
I also like the execution of your drawing. It has an airy and somewhat mysterious feel to it. Nice work.
(As for the blog title, whatever you like is the title to keep or change. It's your blog. I'll come by whatever title it is.)
andrew,
thank you.
it was a very busy week at work and i couldn't spend as much time at the home PC as i liked. :)
Liz,
yeah, as i had wrote in the intro, i have grown rather fond of "urban poems". guess i will stick with it for the time being. :)
i am thinking of sending this piece to QLRS.
hi GEL,
always welcome your comments!
about the artwork, it's a pencil drawing on art paper, then the surface was rubbed with a tissue paper to achieve that "airy" effect. glad you like the picture. :)
WOW!! Fantastic poem!! I don't see anything minor is this piece.
a wow from pat is always welcome. :)
p.s.- I like "urban poems" -- maybe "urban poet"?
andrew,
worth a thought, yes. :)
>>i am thinking of sending this piece to QLRS.
I think you should do it.
hi anon,
thanks for the encouragement..:)
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