Tuesday, March 20, 2007

of days gone


The days
are blissful
in repose
or supposed to be.
The wind
blows in sadness
as rumours
kill the peace.
The stars
are dimly bright
refracting
the reluctant fire;
the unbearable sound
of her muted children’s cry
cracking the hole in the sky
the moon with its rusty ring-
slowly fading away
[empty]
“Nobody seems very hungry
Nobody seems to care
Nobody saw the god in himself
Quietly standing there”
The torn sky
watches in silence
weeping.
The rain
untouched by magic
or economic stress
just dreams-
of the wide blue sea.

Oh, today
yes, today
is blissful
in repose
or supposed to be.
07/01/2006
r_L

4 comments:

HRH Fiza said...

did you write it yourself?

kutu_merah said...

yes, i did. been joining this poetry community since--> www.allanspalace.com ;)

budakmancis said...

huhuhuh
nice..
=)

min said...

poetry ~