Sunday, January 20, 2008

before the next day

This is the 8th and final poem from my Golden Point Award entry.

I ended with this poem in the collection because, well, I am describing the end of a working day in Bukit Merah.

photo by kevin rosseel
image from

before the next day

the day is done.

vehicles swept past honking
angrily, red tail lights flaring
in the darkening dusk.

a light rain began to fall,
cold and unfeeling
on lengthening shadows

that glowering street lights
wrung from trees and metal,
smacking them down

on hard concrete
to writher in jerky throes
in the scattering rain.

we walked in the drizzle
out of the prisons of
the factories, the warehouses,

not really caring,
glad that the day
is over and done,

that it rained in June
that our cigarette tips
still burn red and hot

in the cold rain,
smoke trailing like lost dreams
as the world winded down,

going home to a hot dinner,
to sons and daughters,
to soft moments with lovers,

before the next day catches up again.

© cheong lee san (dsnake1)

Labels: , , ,


Blogger floots said...

so much sadness resignation and veracity here
grab happiness while we can
the next day will always arrive
i like this a lot
thank you

21 January, 2008 00:23  
Blogger polona said...

a momentary relief from the madness of the world around...
love it!

21 January, 2008 03:39  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

that tone of resignation is intentional, to be stuck in a dead-end world like what i was trying to describe.

guess this poem works. :)

we always welcome this relief, however short it may be. :)

21 January, 2008 23:39  
Blogger magiceye said...


22 January, 2008 19:18  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thanks, magiceye!
[you have been missing for some time. :)]

22 January, 2008 20:41  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like that tone of resignation. It is an Asian thing.


You know what I mean..

25 January, 2008 19:29  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you!

>>It is an Asian thing.

:D maybe more so in asia, but for anyone stuck in a dead-end job, i think the feeling is the same everywhere.

26 January, 2008 00:17  
Blogger Cold Cut Ten said...

You do frame the hard life in the most beautiful manner. Love how this poem starts with a cold scene and transits to an ending that has warm feelings.

26 January, 2008 08:22  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

just want to show that there may be a rainbow after rain, light at the end of the tunnel, or something like that... :)

27 January, 2008 02:15  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

The in between when we can be ourselves, and own some part of our lives!! Well done!!

29 January, 2008 21:37  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

that's right, everyone needs some time on their own..:)

29 January, 2008 23:00  
Blogger susan said...

Hi dsnake1,

First visit to your blog. Like what you do. Enjoy the holiday and hurry back. I know from what I've read, I'll be a regular here.

05 February, 2008 10:20  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Hi susan,
welcome! and thanks for the visit. :)

i like your work at "The Last Piaster", it's so informative and fun. :)

08 February, 2008 22:27  

Post a Comment

<< Home