he lay there in the rain
he endured it very much alone
alas, his wait was in vain
for she had already gone.
he watched as the world sweeped past
yesterday the same as tomorrow
she finally left him at long last
he was now going solo.
crap. you know how hard it is to write good poetry? scratch that, you know how hard it is to come up with lines that rhyme in the first place?? it ain't easy man. especially, when you're like me, you've got no real reason to write, nothing special that you've got in mind, and nothing that you actually want to write about. well, it IS hard. (the 2 stanzas above have no particular meaning, just wanted to get something to rhyme...)
i wrote a poem for my class. well, it's about my class, and i think i want to send it in for garudamas. i mention upskirting and dota and cheating in exams, but what the heck. they don't appreciate good effort (coz it's not good poetry, so gotta fall back on the effort) then it's their loss. i'll post it up here soon anyway.
i wrote another poem for my grandmother. my dad's mom has cancer and she's been slipping away bit by bit. the poem is an almost direct copy of 'there's been a death in the opposite house', the one by emily dickinson that we study in form 4 literature, except mine's titled differently... "there shall be a death in my family soon". it's just my observations of what's currently happening and at the end, i include a little bit of what i'm mostly feeling right now about it. it's really sad actually to see my grandma suffering like that. she's bedridden and is getting morphin to numb her from the pain. she still moans a little though. that's actually quite scary, knowing that a few years back she used to cook dinner for my visits every few weeks with my dad. i never really was close to my grandparents due to the language barrier and all, and also i wasnt really the favoured child anyway. nobody's to blame for that, it's just the way things turned out. i guess i could take most of the blame coz i never really tried to get to know them better. anyways, i'd like to share the poem i wrote. i hope the Wan family members who visit here (that means mei sze onli la, i duno if my bro comes here...) dont actually take offence or anything. i know it's bad luck and all to talk about her passing away when she hasnt, but it's something inevitable and i think the longer she holds on, the more she suffers anyway. a pretty sad situation, where everyone thinks it but nobody says it openly. here goes.
*ahem*
There Shall Be A Death In My Family Soon
There shall be a death in my family soon
As surely as night and day
I know it by the tight-lipped smiles
Such faces betray always
The relatives come to visit
The doctors send Her home
A nurse feeds her porridge
Slowly she moans
Somebody brings some fruits in
The relatives look away
Their sweetness She no longer craves
Untouched there it shall lay
The husband enters exhausted
He’s been there all day, everyday
Together They’ve shared 60 years
By Her side is where he’ll stay
And then the drips, and the oxygen
That’ll help to ease Her breathing
There’s blood in Her urine now
Her body’s finally giving
That phone call I utterly dread
Telling me She’s no longer there
Of tears and of flowers soon
There’ll be sadness and despair.
There shall be a death in my family soon
As surely as night and day
I know it by the tight-lipped smiles
Such faces betray always
The relatives come to visit
The doctors send Her home
A nurse feeds her porridge
Slowly she moans
Somebody brings some fruits in
The relatives look away
Their sweetness She no longer craves
Untouched there it shall lay
The husband enters exhausted
He’s been there all day, everyday
Together They’ve shared 60 years
By Her side is where he’ll stay
And then the drips, and the oxygen
That’ll help to ease Her breathing
There’s blood in Her urine now
Her body’s finally giving
That phone call I utterly dread
Telling me She’s no longer there
Of tears and of flowers soon
There’ll be sadness and despair.
To Nhi Nhi: We shall never forget.

1 issues:
don't make me cry before the time comes...
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