These two pieces below is some stuff I wrote from a while back. I like ‘Wait’ better.
Its pretty dauting, placing your rubbish out for all to see.
Man, who comes here anyway?
So here goes…
Wait
The final rays streaks the path
Dying sun sets ahead
The day’s journey now closing
Upon a tree, a man shelters
The cool light of the yielding sun
With closed eyes yet all-seeing
The bald one questions
For one who thinks to leave it all
Can you begin after the fire starts?
Does standing still take away your strength?
Forgotten, the packs stand silent
Now cold, the tires deform, seeking their real shape
Home greets the muted leaves
Goodbyes whispered, kissed long ago
Still hang amidst, ghostly waiting the return
Finally he looks upon me
Upon the memory of light he smiles
Your physical longings you discard
Former memory now a yellowed page
Far from the abode, still the keys you keep
H. C. Seah
Rain
Behind the dark hollowed,
Smell the water
Silvered arrows falling into the ground
Their joyous little consequences leaping straight back
Vainly wishing the heavens again
Between the cold gaps,
Taste the nostalgia
Slanted liquid enticed by unseen emotions
Her drifting mists gently into the wind
Their slow elegance somehow knowing
Into the necessary dark
Feel the moving
Tempestuous cold against the naked skin
Caresses only to comfort
Its prophecies, my tender longings
For I know
Under the only sky, Behind the thundering greys
Between the ghostly chills, Into the devil’s maw
Lies untainted
The bluish lithe beauty of another day
True only to tomorrow
And the believers
H.C. Seah
