Sunday, December 24, 2006

Morning in the cool north wind




Morning


Cool winds from the north


Bearing signs that the dry season is coming along


Taking away the grayness that threaten


More devastating floods to the east coast and south




Here the sun peeked from behind scanty clouds


While a little girl skipped along a path


Through an empty field of grass and little flowers


Tagging little brother by the hand


Dribbling a stray football


Left behind by yesterday’s boys


Having fun



I wanted very much to reach for my camera


To capture the rhapsodic moment


But felt unwilling to break the spontaneous enjoyment


That the little girl was having


While the little brother cast cautious looks at us


As if half expecting someone to stop them


From enjoying their little game




We smiled at them and moved on


Avoiding crossing their path


While the scene became engraved


In my mind




6 comments:

  1. I was never good at poetry but I love your sketches!

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  2. Thanks. More often than not, my sketching hand came in handy. I remember once my ex-boss called, "Teh, can I borrow your right hand for a minute?" when he needed to explain how a mechanical part looked like to an overseas counterpart. Although I may never get rich from it, I always felt blessed to be equipped with this skill.

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  3. the sentiment of the poety is as good as the movement in the sketch

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  4. Thanks, jeniong. Nothing works so well as an inspiration in the cool breeze of the morning.

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  5. nice sketch! could almost feel the breeze hehe

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  6. thanks. Actually I wanted to improve on it & to fill in the maroon color of her blouse, but was afraid to spoil the spontaneous (again) rhythm and flow, so I left it unfinished...

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