Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Whispering Your Name

One hectic day at work, i went out of the office, to a quiet compound for a smoking break. A little peace alone, among the greenery, can calm the rage inside. This is the poem that resulted from that break. I guess it can be improved upon, but I think I will leave it as it is at the moment. Actually wanted to post in sgforums, but decided to put in the blog first.



Taking a break from my computer screen
i leaned against a weather-beaten wall
and light up a puff.

Outside the chainlink fence
the vehicles at the busy road intersection
rushing headlong to clear another day.

Slivers of sunlight stabbed through
the lush canopy of the old rain trees
as a light breeze rustled silver leaves

i thought i heard your voice in the wind
but no, it was just me whispering your name.

Your name, your smiles, they came back
clear as daylight, how the cancerous cells
tore through your brain

the terrible pain soothed only by morphine
short hours comfortably numb
& then you left me

Thought i saw a rainbow
but no, it was just sunlight
bouncing off the lens of a tear

As a light breeze rustled silver leaves
i thought i heard your voice in the wind
but no, it was just me whispering your name.




Blogger floots said...

this is another example of beauty arising from pain and loss
i loved that brief refrain which served to make the piece memorable as well as echoing the fact that the memory is here to stay
thanks for this piece
(feel free to link - i'll do the same)

09 October, 2005 16:01  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thanks, floots.
i love that brief refrain too. when i wrote the piece, those words just formed in the mind like pieces of a jigsaw coming together.

09 October, 2005 22:33  
Blogger Annie said...

"it was just me whispering your name"....
such tenderness in those few words. I can feel your loss and heartache; I can feel the love you shared. Your feelings translate to words beautifully.

10 October, 2005 01:46  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

hi annie,
thanks for dropping by.
sometimes, pain or loss can make us write very touching poetry.

10 October, 2005 20:41  
Blogger Bluesky_Liz said...

You've manage to write about something sad without falling into a pit of emotions, which is what tends to happen. The mood is grey and it feels like I'm watching a black and white film. Maybe it's the "chainlink fence" and "silver leaves", and the smoke from your cigeratte. I like the effect you created.

11 October, 2005 20:15  
Blogger Bluesky_Liz said...


>> which is what tends to happen

note that this is referring to most of the stuff I read on the internet, not to you.

11 October, 2005 20:16  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

film noir, wow!
liz, glad you like this piece.
what you said about "falling into a pit of emotions" is so true.

11 October, 2005 23:28  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Liked this.

I see one of your favourite bands has an influence on this poem -
"comfortably numb" - heh. :)

12 October, 2005 07:11  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

gilbert, you listened to pink floyd too? great!

12 October, 2005 08:56  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Heheh, our musical tastes are quite alike, I like U2, Dire Straits & Neil Young too.

13 October, 2005 10:12  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

gilbert, what a surprise!
what i like about these bands, aside from their music, are their thought-provoking lyrics. Most of their songs can be a great poem in their own right. And they dare to deal with social issues.

13 October, 2005 19:42  

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