Poetry : Red Sky In The Evening
On the nineth day of the tenth month in the year of sadness 2001,
At 6.58pm.
The sky was different.
Not because the day's weather was hot,
But because of the clouds I saw
Blood red, orange-red, yellowy-orange-red,
Whatever it was, I felt as if
An angel in heaven had been murdered.
The sky's clouds soaked in the sun's rays
Like cotton-wool absorbing blood.
It was cool in my room.
Fan blowing and pen in hand.
Blood in sky at evening time.
No time to think.
Must leave soon.
Or else late for tuition.
Think less act more least blood flow away.
Hurt to come in rain tomorrow.
How true it is.
Bring it on I say!
At 6.58pm.
The sky was different.
Not because the day's weather was hot,
But because of the clouds I saw
Blood red, orange-red, yellowy-orange-red,
Whatever it was, I felt as if
An angel in heaven had been murdered.
The sky's clouds soaked in the sun's rays
Like cotton-wool absorbing blood.
It was cool in my room.
Fan blowing and pen in hand.
Blood in sky at evening time.
No time to think.
Must leave soon.
Or else late for tuition.
Think less act more least blood flow away.
Hurt to come in rain tomorrow.
How true it is.
Bring it on I say!
1 Comments:
yikes.. so ma fan.. need bloggers account to post. anyway so here i am, lovable anon.
that's a very interesting poem, although the sudden tuition part caught me off guard. let's see.. chibi pecked the screen to show his approval XD whee~
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