Tuesday, December 14, 2010


This is a response for a writing prompt from AppleHouse Poetry Workshop. I wrote this in a very short span of time, almost no edits. Neat! :)

photo by kumarnm
image from morguefile.com


once, we picked wild fruits off trees
our adolescent hearts neither fear heights nor ants,
or if it's edible, spitting out pits like bullets,
watching clouds morphing from warriors to bunnies in the blue sky.

today at the supermarket i am undecided,
we have fruits from Malaysia and China and Chile and
but is it cheaper elsewhere, will it mess with my gastritis?
the checkout queue is long, the faces are long, i will come back later.


This poem has only 8 line, 4 in each stanza, but the formatting seems to mess it up.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 )

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Blogger magiceye said...

hey so good to see you back!!

loved your poem!!

15 December, 2010 00:59  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thanks, magiceye!

great to know that you are still writing too. :)

15 December, 2010 21:39  

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