and a time for love
This poem is part of a collection that I submitted to a nation-wide poetry competition a few years back.
It is actually part of a longer poem that I wrote. I chopped off some parts and this is the result. This poem is about some of the experiences I encountered while living in a rough neighbourhood during my younger days.
If you are wondering, no, I did not win any prizes in the competition. :)
image by dsnake1
drawn with Sketchpad from mugtug.com
and a time for love
the scimitar of a moon
hung delicately in a cobalt dome
of dancing stars
as the rain trees
spread their arms their leaves
rustled in a chorus of joy
her hands in mine
warm as morning's light, quiet
there was no need for words
through the chatter of
the crickets, the cicada bands
we tried to catch Sirius
in our hands
31/07/2007
revised 08/12/2012
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"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."
-- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
This is for Poetry Pantry Week # 127.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012
It is actually part of a longer poem that I wrote. I chopped off some parts and this is the result. This poem is about some of the experiences I encountered while living in a rough neighbourhood during my younger days.
If you are wondering, no, I did not win any prizes in the competition. :)
image by dsnake1
drawn with Sketchpad from mugtug.com
and a time for love
the scimitar of a moon
hung delicately in a cobalt dome
of dancing stars
as the rain trees
spread their arms their leaves
rustled in a chorus of joy
her hands in mine
warm as morning's light, quiet
there was no need for words
through the chatter of
the crickets, the cicada bands
we tried to catch Sirius
in our hands
31/07/2007
revised 08/12/2012
**********
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."
-- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
This is for Poetry Pantry Week # 127.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012
Labels: Golden Point Awards, love, lovesongs, Poetry, poetry competition, Poets United, Singapore
posted by dsnake1 at 12:09 AM
11 Comments:
nice...trying to catch the moon with a lover....great magic in that...its the little sounds, the crickets and cicadas that really make this come alive for me...
Just beautiful! I love your way with words.
A time for love - and the right setting too!
very pretty --- something chopping something down in size makes it more beautiful, eh?
I loved this little slip of a poem.(sometimes brevity is exquisite) You conveyed so much in so few words, I felt like I witnessed a special moment. Thanks for sharing this!
Brian,
thanks for your comment.
yes, i feel the same about the sounds of the crickets & cicadas too. it adds another dimension to the poem. :)
Mary,
thank you for your kind words. :)
Libby,
yes, the right setting too, thank you. :)
Sabio,
oh yes, indeed.
chopping, and sometimes pruning, can certainly help in poetry. i usually like my poetry to be short, maybe because i have a short attention span. :D
WabiSabi,
i liked your description, "little slip of a poem". :)
and yes, for me, it was a special moment.
I love this piece, both in content and length. In poetry, I favor concision. As you have done here, paring away repetition and excess creates a condensation of word and meaning. Masterful.
A lovely snippet.Cicadas and crickets define us..like mangoes and the moonsoon. I like your artwork as well
Kim,
thanks for your kind words. when i started writing poetry (and that was a long time ago), my verses were a bit lengthy, and they seemed to lack substance, was too ranty and repetitive, and rhymed too much (yes, ironic). as my writing evolved, my style leans more towards shorter verses.
rallentanda,
thank you! mangoes and the monsoon? let me guess,India? Philippines? :)
glad that you liked my artwork. i like to do pencil sketches but this particular one was done using a free online software.
loved this!
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thank you,ashok!
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