Sunday, January 24, 2021


“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

photo of a sculpture at Gardens By The Bay by dsnake1


how long was he there, sleeping, head on the stone table in the void deck, blackbirds pecking at his forgotten boxed lunch?

if your words hurt then touch me, charm me so that the hole i am dropping in won't feel so deep, the rocks no more sharp.

out in the streets, in the weak moonlight, i am trying to find my shadow, the big trucks passing, just two steps away from hell.

and how deep can we sink before we drown, before the lungs fold slowly like accordions and we finally forget how to cry?

if we grow wings we would spread them, jump and fly together, never mind the distances, the abysses and the load
we carry.


Drop's -「月光(moonlight)

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021

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Blogger Helen said...

A difficult subject ~~~ a beautiful poem.

25 January, 2021 00:02  
Blogger indybev said...

This leaves me a bit breathless and wanting to come up for air.

25 January, 2021 02:32  
Blogger hyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful deep sad words.
Anna :o]

25 January, 2021 02:43  
Blogger colleen said...

I really love the part about looking for one's shadow and the lungs folding up like an accordion.

25 January, 2021 04:33  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Intriguing – painful yet magical. I love this piece and want to know so much more.

25 January, 2021 13:46  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you! :)


'breathless'. the poem is working! :)


Thank you! :)

25 January, 2021 14:36  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you! :)


Thank you. it's about a stormy relationship, and it is partly autobiographical.

25 January, 2021 14:50  
Blogger Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Such a gorgeous write. It has been a while since I have read your work--I forget how beautifully you write--

25 January, 2021 23:44  
Blogger Brother Ollie said...

that lung folding image...

oh the burdens we carry.

26 January, 2021 02:49  
Blogger Rommy said...

That level below the anger, that numbness is such a hard space to inhabit. But there is something, if not exactly hopeful, at least it isn't completely hopeless that is coming through, especially in the wish for wings strong enough to overcome this.

26 January, 2021 04:48  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Wow! This is stunning. Each verse following a little more intriguing. And i luv the wrap around ending clause

Thanks for dropping by my blog. Have a good week


26 January, 2021 11:59  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you for the visit and the kind words. :)

Brother Ollie,

Thank you!
i like that image too, it's quite hard-hitting. :)


thank you for the comment.
yes, i want the tone of the poem to be not completely dismal and hopeless.

26 January, 2021 14:05  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Gillena! :)

26 January, 2021 14:07  
Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

They say that recognizing that there is a problem is the first step towards a solution. The recognition can be quite painful at times--like this poem shows us--but seeing what is happening is promising. Regardless of how much it hurts to see it.

27 January, 2021 04:08  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Magaly, for your wonderful comment. true, to solve a problem, one must first recognise that there is a problem. this poem about a relationship is a bit dark and sad, but yes, there's optimism in it too. :)

27 January, 2021 21:05  
Blogger Old Egg said...

Lucky are those couples who accept they may have differences but don't make a big issue about it. Love should be much stronger that that.

01 February, 2021 08:52  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Robin, relationships can be tricky things, and the worst is the differences get out of control. yes, love should be much stronger than that.
Thank you for the comment. :)

01 February, 2021 22:15  

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