longing

Losing someone you loved dearly will break your heart, but they will live always in that broken heart.

pencil sketch by dsnake1


longing


We were night owls. We worked hard, partied hard after dark. We pub crawled, we drank. We loved the booming bass lines of live bands, the husky, sultry serenades of sexy songbirds. We loved bright shirts, loud colours, and sometimes we weren't sure which smell was stronger on our polyester, the cologne or the alcohol.

But above all, above us, we loved watching the stars. I tried to tell her that stars are just balls of fire, tried to explain to her about light years and the doppler effect and such. It's not very romantic. And she just smiled. To her, the stars are just jewels in the sky, mysteries not to be solved. So I just tried to point out to her, the Dog Star, the Big Dipper, and the stories behind the names, with what limited knowledge of the stars that I had. We would sit at the breakwaters, the piers, at the esplanade, the beaches, or the benches of city parks, looking up, sometimes her head on my shoulders.

But no more. She passed on, you see, a star herself, snuffed out. Is there a star less then? I can't tell, there are too many. Maybe the stars mirror us. A star extinguishes, someone loses a loved one. Maybe there are other star-crossed lovers like us, over the dark expanses, looking up at their night skies. Maybe there are wars being fought out there. Maybe the light I saw, was us a lifetime before.

if i could pluck the stars
put them in a jar
will you come back to me?


11/04/2013
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Drop's - 月光 [moonlight]

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021

stars

Pain. Sometimes after so many years, you still feel it.

image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness




st☆rs


i didn't see many stars up there these days.
is my eyesight failing
or has my heart been bleeding?
but i know you are up there
amongst the Lyre, the Swan, the Bear.


04.10.2006
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"That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.”
― John Green, The Fault in our Stars.


Shared on Poetry Pantry #190 at Poets United.


This is an unpublished poem. I wrote it some time back, no edits, but was hesitant to post it.

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2014

longing

We were night owls. We worked hard, partied hard after dark. We pub crawled, we drank. We loved the booming bass lines of live bands, the husky, sultry serenades of sexy songbirds. We loved bright shirts, loud colours, and sometimes we weren't sure which smell was stronger on our polyester, the cologne or the alcohol.

But above all, above us, we loved watching the stars. I tried to tell her that stars are just balls of fire, tried to explain to her about light years and the doppler effect and such. It's not very romantic. And she just smiled. To her, the stars are just jewels in the sky, mysteries not to be solved. So I just tried to point out to her, the Dog Star, the Big Dipper, and the stories behind the names, with what limited knowledge of the stars that I had. We would sit at the breakwaters, the piers, at the esplanade, the beaches, or the benches of city parks, looking up, sometimes her head on my shoulders.

But no more. She passed on, you see, a star herself, snuffed out. Is there a star less then? I can't tell, there are too many. Maybe the stars mirror us. A star extinguishes, someone loses a loved one. Maybe there are other star-crossed lovers like us, over the dark expanses, looking up at their night skies. Maybe there are wars being fought out there. Maybe the light I saw, was us a lifetime before.




pencil sketch by dsnake1







longing



if i could pluck the stars
put them in a jar
will you come back to me?


11/04/2013
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I am sorry the preamble is longer than the poem. But I thought I will let the reader have some background of what or who, inspired this poem. This was written for NaPoWriMo 2013, and it wasn't getting enough eyeballs at my other site. I wrote the preamble specially for this post. Oh yes, and the drawing too.


Shared on Poetry Pantry #153 at Poets United.

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013

NightSky and Stars

Here's something I wrote some time ago, and posted here before. It's one of my personal favourites.

I know, another re-post.



photo by Daniele Musella
image from morguefile.com




NightSky and Stars



      What myriad secrets you hold up there
      we can only boldly guess
      Your mysteries, time locked
      & unwilling yet to share.

What light i saw
could have been born a billion years before

you are ancient legends, retold over glowing fires
domains of the gods, we are told.
In time, as we grew wiser,
we dared, we probed your dark canvas.

Your depth, i could not fathom
the immense distance you span.
If i could live a million reincarnations,
i guess i could not traverse you from end to end.

Tonight, on such a cold night,
in a miniscule niche on a blue planet,
as i lift my eyes to the vastness above,
the stars, they spoke to me in lights of life.

On this planet, spinning, are we.
Solar Planetary System, #3

      ashes to earth to life to earth to ashes
      trilobites in shale, archaeopteryx in amber
      Beatles on wax, memories in silicon brains
      man chasing gold chasing dreams chasing fame

now what light i saw
could have been me a billion years before.

*** DEC 1987 ***


© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 )

NightSky*Stars

I have to re-post another old poem again. The muse is missing, the avalanche of work at the office doesn't seem to abate. Sigh.

This poem is part of a set I sent to a nationwide poetry competition a few years ago, although it was written very much earlier. There's some naivety in structure and words, but this piece has remained one of my personal favourites.




Vincent van Gogh's The Starry Night.
image from internet


NightSky&Stars


What myriad secrets you hold up there
we can only boldly guess
Your mysteries, time locked
& unwilling yet to share

What light i saw
could have been born a billion years before

     you are ancient legends, retold over glowing fires
     domains of the gods, we are told.
     In time, as we grow wiser,
     we dare, we probe your dark canvas

Your depth, i could not fathom
the immense distance you span.
If i could live a million reincarnations,
i guess i could not traverse you from end to end.

Tonight, on such a cold night,
in a miniscule niche on a blue planet,
as i lift my eyes to the vastness above,
the stars, they speak to me in lights of life.

On this planet, spinning, are we.
Solar Planetary System, #3

     ashes to earth to life to earth to ashes
     trilobites in shale, archaeopteryx in amber
     Beatles on wax, memories in silicon brains
     man chasing gold chasing dreams chasing fame

now what light i saw
could have been me a billion years before.

*** DEC 1987 ***