Sunday, August 23, 2015


It is almost coming to the mid point of the Chinese 7th month, better known as the Ghost Month.  So I think it's quite appropriate to re-post this poem. :)

photo by dsnake1, image manipulated with xero


it used to lurk
behind curtains
silent, still
till a breeze
stirs the cloth
you thought
you saw it
long straight hair
slant eyes
pallor of wax
but then there's
those flapping cloth


it's just the eyes
that were too tired
so now
my windows
have no curtains

it glides past
the window
on the corridor
a hesitant shadow
a dark patch
on frosted glass
while i am
killing demons
in a video game
or trying to type
some poetry like this
i expect the clump
or clip-clop
of heels on concrete
that will be
my neighbour
back from clubbing
there is no sound
only the hissing
from the tv
through air
that had




"I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Shared on Poetry Pantry #266 at Poets United.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015

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Blogger Mary said...

Oh how I enjoyed the sights and sounds in this! Atmospheric and surreal, a scene I can almost FEEL!

23 August, 2015 20:59  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Beautifully haunting!!

23 August, 2015 21:26  
Blogger X said...

Yikes. A bit haunting. The things that wait just beyond the edge of pur vision. You gave me a bit of goose flesh .

23 August, 2015 21:41  
Blogger brudberg said...

Th mysteries of sounds at night are often just forsaken souls....

23 August, 2015 22:48  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

How disappointing for you. Still really nice use of images.
Have a good Sunday

Much love...

23 August, 2015 23:18  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

You set the scene so vividly. And I can SEE the ghost! So well done.

24 August, 2015 02:27  
Anonymous Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Well it seems we were both thinking shadows in our poetry today!

24 August, 2015 03:36  
Blogger C.C. said...

There is an eerie quality to this. I really like the photo you took and manipulated. Very interesting.

24 August, 2015 09:50  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

i love this play on shadow...very well penned...

24 August, 2015 11:30  
Blogger Nataša Dolenc said...

somewhat creepy that stillness. love the way you wrote it.

24 August, 2015 15:25  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


"Atmospheric". i loved this word. :)


thank you!


haha! but seriously, once the eyes try to look sidewards and behind, that's when fear is sensed. :(


yes, the chinese 7th month is mainly for forsaken souls. :)







what a coincidence! mine's definitely darker. :)


so the poem works!
the actual picture was a blurry image of a street lamp and a tree. i thought i shouldn't waste the photo. :)


thank you! :)


i wrote this piece way after midnight. maybe the mood helps. :)

24 August, 2015 19:48  
Blogger G L Meisner said...

A great idea at the end. I like the thought of air frozen still.

24 August, 2015 21:19  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

glad you liked the image. :)

25 August, 2015 20:02  
Blogger Torie said...

A bit haunting, indeed. I really liked your lines

'it's just the eyes
that were too tired
so now
my windows
have no curtains'

Those words give off a feeling I'm familiar with. Very nice writing :)

26 August, 2015 03:00  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you, Torie.
the eyes were too tired, i should be sleeping, but the mind said otherwise. :)

26 August, 2015 19:00  

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