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 morguefile.com
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.
22.06.07
********
© cheong lee san (dsnake1)
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 morguefile.com
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.
22.06.07
********
© cheong lee san (dsnake1)
Labels: life, Poetry, poetry competition, Work
posted by dsnake1 at 11:25 PM
13 Comments:
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
a momentary relief from the madness of the world around...
love it!
floots,
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. :)
polona,
thanks!
we always welcome this relief, however short it may be. :)
superb
thanks, magiceye!
[you have been missing for some time. :)]
I like that tone of resignation. It is an Asian thing.
LOL!
You know what I mean..
gautami,
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.
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.
Liz,
just want to show that there may be a rainbow after rain, light at the end of the tunnel, or something like that... :)
The in between when we can be ourselves, and own some part of our lives!! Well done!!
pat,
that's right, everyone needs some time on their own..:)
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.
Hi susan,
welcome! and thanks for the visit. :)
i like your work at "The Last Piaster", it's so informative and fun. :)
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