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The Fire
Mother cried softly
to herself afterwards,
while sister pretended
Nothing was happening
and dumped her boyfriend
on the phone,
while I sat before
the computer and built
a poem like a fire,
first stoking, then rising
to enter it, while father
fled this burning house
like an arsonist.
-Cyril Wong
Happened to chance upon this poem. Remember being blown away by it when I first read it 2 years ago. It evokes such powerful images with such simple words. I've been developing interest in and appreciation for local writing.
Mother cried softly
to herself afterwards,
while sister pretended
Nothing was happening
and dumped her boyfriend
on the phone,
while I sat before
the computer and built
a poem like a fire,
first stoking, then rising
to enter it, while father
fled this burning house
like an arsonist.
-Cyril Wong
Happened to chance upon this poem. Remember being blown away by it when I first read it 2 years ago. It evokes such powerful images with such simple words. I've been developing interest in and appreciation for local writing.