Another poem
New poem put behind a cut for courtesy. I have to find some time to edit it though.
Careening towards the yawping caverns of black shale and pale sandstone,
I could see clouds that sashayed to the beat of the tango
and squalls of wind that thumped out the tempo
on their makeshift drums of mountain peaks.
I could feel the rhythm pulse within me,
and I was lulled to dance an ultimate rumba
with birds’ wings acting as my stage and sheets of rain as my curtains.
Freewheeling across the broken clouds
of a thousand reminiscences
(soon to be an old man's memoirs)
came across in a manner I would overlook
once I brushed the ground.
I remembered the first summer's day
when the juice from a tiger-striped watermelon
flowed into my mouth with such torrent
that the world's parched throats
and thirsty wide-eyed babes were no longer left yearning;
Of the time I walked home, after a long day's work and
a bracelet on my wrist caught the setting sun's rays
reflecting off the rusty metal clasp
as if a lost firefly had finally come back to its abode.
But it was all I could recollect,
for my foot had brushed the sandy ground and I realized I had embarked
on my chosen path too late to make a difference.
And so,
I was swallowed by the yawping caverns,
lugged away, so forcefully,
never to be glimpsed for a even a second in time.
Careening towards the yawping caverns of black shale and pale sandstone,
I could see clouds that sashayed to the beat of the tango
and squalls of wind that thumped out the tempo
on their makeshift drums of mountain peaks.
I could feel the rhythm pulse within me,
and I was lulled to dance an ultimate rumba
with birds’ wings acting as my stage and sheets of rain as my curtains.
Freewheeling across the broken clouds
of a thousand reminiscences
(soon to be an old man's memoirs)
came across in a manner I would overlook
once I brushed the ground.
I remembered the first summer's day
when the juice from a tiger-striped watermelon
flowed into my mouth with such torrent
that the world's parched throats
and thirsty wide-eyed babes were no longer left yearning;
Of the time I walked home, after a long day's work and
a bracelet on my wrist caught the setting sun's rays
reflecting off the rusty metal clasp
as if a lost firefly had finally come back to its abode.
But it was all I could recollect,
for my foot had brushed the sandy ground and I realized I had embarked
on my chosen path too late to make a difference.
And so,
I was swallowed by the yawping caverns,
lugged away, so forcefully,
never to be glimpsed for a even a second in time.