7th Month
I have posted this poem before, but I thought it would be interesting to retell this little bit of our culture.
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7th Month
i.
are there ghosts
that scramble
for paper gold
eat their fill
of fruits & meat
that line the
pathways the drains
the aprons of concrete?
ii.
it is not so much
we feared them
iii.
do we not share the
same corridors
the roads,
the playgrounds?
it is that we pray
please do no harm to us.
iv.
and so take
the gold and money
and fruits and meat
v.
and gather round
smouldering joss sticks
the fires of wax candles
and burning offerings
the flames flickering
on bare ground
in cauldrons
vi.
as
the night wind stirs
the fluttering ashes
that are your regrets &
unfulfilled dreams
vii.
and your tedium
of wandering
the centuries
19.08.2007
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Shared on Poetry Pantry #165 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013
Labels: 7th Month, Chinese, ghosts, heartlands, landscape, Poetry, Singapore
14 Comments:
cool piece...they fit together as a whole but each part is its own as well..i like how you go from the ghosts to our regrets, which are ghost we often carry til exorcism...
I enjoyed this poem & insight into a bit of Chinese culture. I did know a young Chinese woman once and she had described this...the food offerings, burning of offerings, etc. It is interesting to speculate whether day after day we are sharing the same corridors with these ghosts. I do wonder if they find it tedious to wander around for centuries.
Thank you for this.
Love this, especially stanza VI. Wonderful!
What a spectacular poem! One can imagine the hungry ghosts dipping into the sweets and breathing in the incense....."please do not harm us"......cool write, kiddo. I really liked this glimpse of your culture.
Brian,
yeah, we do have our own inner ghosts to exorcise, which can sometimes be quite scary.
Mary,
some may view this as superstition, but there are things we cannot fully explain. during this month, people avoid moving house, hold weddings, try not to step on the offerings. even people of the other races in our society.
Lisa,
thank you! i think it's a good image too. :)
Sherry,
yes, we do leave candies for them too. "spectacular poem", thank you! :)
Though I am quite lost concerning the exact inspiration behind this poem and its meaning, I confess, it is still a very well written piece, and the imagery is quite beautiful and intriguing to say the least. Thank you for sharing.
Ha! In my haste to read the actual piece, I failed to read the preceding explanation of its meaning. My apologies. I fully understand it now, and once again, well done:)
Thank you, Justin, for visiting and leaving your comments.
i was writing something local, and chinese, so it might be a bit baffling for someone from the West. :)
Very nice piece. Written with respect.
ZQ
thank you, ZQ. :)
I love the feeling that comes from reading part iii -- that we share space with entities we cannot see.
Not as many offerings outside as I once remembered though.
well, we never know! :)
yes, not as many offerings outside, i noticed too.
I had to come back for another read........I love the idea of leaving sweetmeats out for ghosts and hope someone does for me one day (I have a BIG sweet tooth!) This is a really rich and wonderful poem. I totally love it.
thanks, Sherry!
the sweetmeats are supposed to keep them busy. :)
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