Sunday, May 08, 2016


Even in the most crowded of spaces we can get lonely...

photo by dsnake1


we run from the sudden midday rain
run to malls and cafes and tunnels and bus shelters
all of us, minding our own business
in our own little spaces
just a while ago
and the rain fills the city
and the pigeons and mynahs and flies
and the dull trees and shrubs and grass
and empty pizza boxes and cigarette butts
and trash bins and traffic lights
and the streets filled with road signs
no waiting-no parking-TOW AWAY ZONE-
drive carefully
are given a new wash of life
when the rain goes away
sudden as it came
the midday sun starts burning again
the side walks fill
      the trains fill
          the hospitals fill
              the columbaria fill


Guys, another from my SingPoWriMo 2016 pages. Useful place when you are busy or out of poems...

"...this evening is unkind again, the stars falling while waiting for that bus to take me home"

-- dsnake1, weed

Shared on Poetry Pantry #301 at Poets United.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2016

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Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Cheong san; this is such a profound contemplation. You have taken and ordinary happening, and magnified it to awesome poetry.

have a happy Sunday

much love...

08 May, 2016 22:50  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Gillena!
i started this out as a rant and it seemed to have progressed nicely. :)

08 May, 2016 23:16  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

a huge canvas of life here....lovely...

09 May, 2016 00:10  
Anonymous Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

We do fill our spaces, keeping to ourselves in a protective bubble not wanting to step across the boundaries...I wish the rushing would slow and we could see each other with even just a smile.

09 May, 2016 00:43  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

I adore this poem, it speaks volumes about everyday common and routine life and sings its tune of longing and hope to the reader. Beautifully executed (as always)

Lots of love,

09 May, 2016 00:50  
Blogger brudberg said...

That last line is a reminder of where all that hustle of humankind ends... great way to use the intensity of street life into a keen observation.

09 May, 2016 01:00  
Blogger Mary said...

I definitely can picture this torrential downpour, but thankfully eventually the sunny day resumes again!
I enjoyed your evocative writing.

09 May, 2016 02:20  
Blogger Jae Rose said...

I could picture this so clearly...we are instinctive beasts at heart - gathering our full of rain and habits

09 May, 2016 02:31  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the sound of that sudden downpour.........loved the description of that slice of your day.

09 May, 2016 06:50  
Blogger Luk Lei said...

Beautiful flow, and action in your phrasing.

09 May, 2016 15:15  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


"canvas of life" : i like that! :)


ah, the protective bubble! i do wish the rushing would slow down too. it's getting tiring. how we need more smiles. :) :)


thank you for the kind words! like i said, the poem started out as a rant, but somehow along the way, it got softened down by sooo much... :D


glad that you see the connection in the last line. i wasn't too keen on that line at first, but relented and leave it there.


the tropical rains can be very sudden. sometimes there is still strong sunshine although the rain is falling. :)


yes, i think most of us can't get away from that herd instinct... :(


ah, those downpours will be very much frequent from November to January. :D

Luk Lei,

thank you! the repetition helps in the flow, i guess. :)

09 May, 2016 19:58  
Blogger Wendy Bourke said...

A wonderful visual piece, delicately nuanced. Really lovely!

10 May, 2016 10:00  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you, Wendy!
visual as in a concrete poem, or in its imagery? :)

10 May, 2016 20:21  
Blogger A Cuban In London said...

In its brevity your poems carries vast truths. Thanks.

Greetings from London.

15 May, 2016 18:50  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

"vast truths".
thank you, Cubano! :)

15 May, 2016 20:11  

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