Sunday, March 19, 2023

sorta like a rope

Ennui. Dead end. Nothing to look forward to...

photo by dsnake1

sorta like a rope

today the sun comes out
but it's not burning
you try to ignore the sun
and the clock alarm too

you see this dead bird
rotting by the wayside trees
one good life gone, once skies,
now a home for maggots & flies.

you sit at the coffee shop
trying to sip your tea
the other old guys there
are scratching on betting slips

who knows, who knows your life
might change the next day
people begging you for handouts
or you just tear that slip away

you see this old geezer
trying to feed a stray cat
but the stray claws him
maybe it remembers something

the dark roads intersect at night
street lights shine no brighter
than the stars in the sky
somewhere in the distance drones

a siren


"sorta like a rope looking for a tree to finish the job." - ZQ
The title comes from a comment from ZQ, one of the readers of this blog.

Madonna - Frozen

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2023

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Blogger Helen said...

Your poem is dark, deep ... a masterpiece! I also want to add that if you read the titles to the last ten poems you wrote, they create a poem of their own! Who Knew?

19 March, 2023 01:04  
Blogger Margaret said...

...some days are like this. Hopefully not many!

19 March, 2023 12:04  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you!
Yes, I think the poem is a bit dark and pessimistic. It was a bit of scraps from here and there from old writings and also after observing some old folks at a coffee shop sitting around doing nothing. Thank god for poetry. 😀

Thank you for the suggestion on the poem titles. It's a project worth looking into. 😃


Thank you!
Most days are not like this. 😁

19 March, 2023 20:55  
Blogger Rommy said...

This is a strong piece ruminating on how heavy the weight of existence can be without a balancing force to lighten it.

19 March, 2023 20:59  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you!
Oh, how I like your comment, "how heavy the weight of existence can be without a balancing force to lighten it". 😀
How one chooses to live his/her life can only depends on how he/she weighs it. To the light or to the darkness.

19 March, 2023 21:08  
Blogger ashok said...

Well written cheong

19 March, 2023 21:45  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Ashok! :)

19 March, 2023 23:45  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautifully written, as always – but what a dark and dreary view. Describing what is there to be perceived, it's surely as valid – and thankfully, as temporary – as any other.

20 March, 2023 10:52  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Rosemary!

You find it dark and dreary too?
It is a scene I find in some elderlies over here. Lonely, aimless, poor. The dead bird on the roadside could be any one of those elderlies found dead alone in their flats.

At least old me has poetry to write. :)

20 March, 2023 21:46  
Anonymous Rajani said...

Real life is exactly that... the cat that scratches, the dead bird, the air raid siren.... you just never know. Love this poem.

21 March, 2023 10:47  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Rajani! :)

21 March, 2023 21:10  
Blogger said...

Love this, ds! It is precisely "life".

23 March, 2023 08:29  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you, Sara!

23 March, 2023 21:32  
Blogger colleen said...

Hello in there? A snippet of real life without the gloss over. I was transported.

23 March, 2023 22:29  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Colleen!

ha, with all the dust and grit.

24 March, 2023 22:46  

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