The match is struck,
sweet tinder on flint,
a yellow-orange-blue
startles to life,
then dropped
and falls
down and through
my paper-thin heart,
and the yellow-black
rounds outwards in
concentric,
and the burn is
so slow,
as I watch indifferent,
afar and away,
the black ash and grey.
U r soooooo poetic…..
Joshua, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
o.O
your students?
hey mr sng!
thanks for being such a great teacher:D
you may not know it, but I like you too.
i just love your poems.
only.
lol.
can we have more more more??
OMG!!!!
did sombody just confessed something.
sheesh>
uhh. why are all the comments this poem so irrelevant? sure you are handsome but there are other handsome-er guys around. like my cousin. @@ *cough* anyway. i know this is a love poem but COME ON!! *rolls eyes a few circuits* anyway, this poem gives me a kinda dainty, melancholic feel. i dont know why. just leaves me the impression. maybe its because of the words ’sweet’, ’startles’, ‘paper-thin’, ‘concentric’, ’slow’ (burning), ‘afar’, ‘away’ and ‘indifferent’. but then again, maybe not. its a depressing poem by the way. its quite okay. not superb or anything. but its still much better than what i write. haha.
and i shall ramble a bit, cause im rather peeved about what happenned earlier on. it started like that: i left the mrt station, and the sky was dark. i hoped that the Lord would hold back the rainclouds, so i could cycle home. i didnt say any prayers. so it was my fault. :
anyway, as i started to cycle home, the rain suddenly started pelting down on me! it was like FAT globules of water splattering onto me! then the rain started to get heavier. i could feel the raindrops SEEP into my hair and trickle down my scalp. ARGHH! doubtless, i was DRENCHED. shirt, skirt, tie, socks, shoes, EVERYTHING. i was SO PISSED. then at the traffic light, the people were surging forward, so i couldnt make the turning for the shortcut home. (which is incidentally safer for me even though my dad insists otherwise.) so i was forced to cycle through the neighbourhood estates, letting the rainwater drip from the tropical tree’s drip tip leaves onto ME, thus becoming a handy sponge to suck up their days worth of collected dust and dirt. i was simply thrilled at this prospect. (i just cut my gum on the pear im eating. ow) so when i finally reached home, i was sandy, wet, cold, had a wet sandy bike to clean (and lug up half a flight of steps) and was utterly miffed. what a wonderful day.
ah. anyway, with the Lord’s help, im sure you’ll be able to pull through whatever trials you face. remember Job? Keep him in mind constantly and no trial which the Lord puts before you will be too tough to handle. : )
oh i forgot to add that as the rain was merrily carrying out its onslaught on me, it also happened to fall into my eyes, no thanks to my spectacles which were blurred by the raindrops. (when you cycle you lean forward, rendering spectacles useless, as the rain falls almost directly into your eyes due to the lack of protection) anyway, i HAD to clean my specs, to prevent the accident-prone me from causing more accidents. and in the course of doing so, the salt from who knows where got trapped in the raindrops, and thus had the honour of making my eyes sting by not so kindly making their way to my ocular organ. added on with the occasional raindrop hitting bullseye, (pardon the bad pun) it really was THE MOST aggravating situation i had been in. furthermore, i still had to press on to cycle home. so thats a big factor i missed out on.
OMG!! I SWALLOWED MY JELLYBEAN! (random) AHHH! *sob sob sob* AND IT WAS THE LAST ONE!! T_T nooooooooooooo