what's left
I wrote this poem on one wet evening, after a bad day in the office. It's understandable why the mood is dark. :)
photo by gamerzero
image from morguefile.com
what's left
what's left
of the sunlight
on this bleak
wet evening
dances on
the gleaming
skins of
puddles on
bare pavements
as shadows chase
the day
up the
stone piers
of train viaducts
and the
damp trunks
of rain trees.
what are the
chances of
the silvery slice
of cold moon
cutting through
grey nimbus
like a scimitar?
until then
the last rays
dip and play
and dart
over the city
over the trains
pulling into
the stations
and
the tired
hungry masses
trudging home.
06/12/2007
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 )
15 Comments:
With the bleak mood that I have now, this suits me fine. It seems nothing is left....anymore...
hey gautami
take care. this phase you are feeling will go away, we do run out of words or ideas, or we lose our voices sometimes. You will bounce back, i know. :)
presently the workload in my office is insane, thus my big gripe here.
I love the mood in this one! well said!
beautifully dark!
andrew,
thank you! the words to this piece came to me one wet evening on my way home from work. probably the mood helps. :)
magiceye,
the mood was dark when i wrote this... :)
How touching even though it feel bleak yet is so moving beautiful
Nasra
Hi Nasra,
it's great to hear from you! :)
re."wet evening"- the best things I've written were done in rain. know what you mean.
(I don't need more weather like last night, though! you should see my weather blog. :)
:)
andrew, i wrote this poem in december last year. december is usually our wettest month here.
i read about hurricane Ike hitting Texas but it reached Arkansas too? i took a look at your weather blog, and wow!, the storm in your area must be pretty rough too.
I enjoy your work. Always impressed when I come here. And by the way, here to invite you to let others know about your work:
Have you posted a poem, short shorty, essay or some visual art that just didn't get the love you'd hoped? We share our work and hope others enjoy it. Online, comments let us know our work has been read and appreciated.
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:)
Susan, thanks for the invite. I think it's a great idea you have there, and I would like to participate. Yes, I have posts where there are zero or few comments ( especially when i started to post on-line a couple of years back). I have used some of those earlier pieces as re-posts (good when i run out of ideas :D). Having a platform where bloggers can share their works will make their efforts more interesting and worthwhile.
I hope to contribute to Little Lovin' Mondays soon. :)
the mood may be bleak but it is a beautiful piece.
polona,
thanks!
i see you are back from your vacation. :)
This has got to be one of my favorite urban poems of yours. Every image is in place; I could step into the scene in my head, and just let my senses roam. (What can I say, I like observing people; it's a habit.) ;) Cheers.
thank you, s.l. :)
there are a number of poems i have written, that in my opinion, are a cut above the rest. this one is one of them. it may not be technically perfect, but i think it scores on the visuals and emotions.
glad you like this work. btw, i like observing people too. it can be a source of inspiration for your writing. :)
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