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
I was never good at poetry but I love your sketches!
ReplyDeleteThanks. 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.
ReplyDeletethe sentiment of the poety is as good as the movement in the sketch
ReplyDeleteThanks, jeniong. Nothing works so well as an inspiration in the cool breeze of the morning.
ReplyDeletenice sketch! could almost feel the breeze hehe
ReplyDeletethanks. 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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