Saturday, December 17, 2005
I started on poetry recently and found it a great joy! Not sure if you guys would wanna read them but I thought I should share it with my dearest of friends.
I wrote this one just a few hours ago after we came back from Wala Wala. No link to wala wala at all, just a sudden rush to write. It's titled 'Snapshots'.
The audacious and naive,
To harvest time like maize in springbloom.
Petty scythes; dull and tainted iron,
Hacking, hacking. Fruitless labour the farmers bled.
Prized pick rationed; spoils-of-war they trumpeted!
Alas, a rancid breeze and flaying heat steals all
But the frigid decay, an artefact of rumination that
Neither feeds nor nourish.
Entwined - grapple-hooks
Eke the flesh, scale the mind.
A damning shroud; apparition of folly that binds eternal,
Graying yester to wispy now.
Pompeii saw the thick and ash, torched and razed,
A glutinous funeral, yet inked by
The caprices of history. For the stoic dead
Never tears.
I wrote this one just a few hours ago after we came back from Wala Wala. No link to wala wala at all, just a sudden rush to write. It's titled 'Snapshots'.
The audacious and naive,
To harvest time like maize in springbloom.
Petty scythes; dull and tainted iron,
Hacking, hacking. Fruitless labour the farmers bled.
Prized pick rationed; spoils-of-war they trumpeted!
Alas, a rancid breeze and flaying heat steals all
But the frigid decay, an artefact of rumination that
Neither feeds nor nourish.
Entwined - grapple-hooks
Eke the flesh, scale the mind.
A damning shroud; apparition of folly that binds eternal,
Graying yester to wispy now.
Pompeii saw the thick and ash, torched and razed,
A glutinous funeral, yet inked by
The caprices of history. For the stoic dead
Never tears.
# posted by eastsidebackstreet : 11:29 am
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