Sunday, March 13, 2011

the gods are watching over us in the morning

This is a poem that I have submitted for a poetry competition some years back. It describes a scene on an early morning in a housing block where I used to live.

This poem was first published in my poetry blog, urban poems, on January 13 2008. I think this poem is worth a second read. Personally, I like this work.

Cup of Coffee

photo by Alvimann
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the gods are watching over us in the morning

in the half light that is the dawn over
the blocks of flats, when the night wind
gently slaps discarded papers and dead leaves
along the long expanse of corridor of our block,

i leave for work, my cigarette smoke mingling
with the perfumed incense my old neighbour lighted
to the God of Heaven, praying for safe passage
through the day for her and her loved ones.

then i walk past doors protected by talismans,
baguas, even cruxifixes, past homes guarded by waifs
of pomeranians that snarl from behind locked gates,
their barks, shrill and indignant, in the cool air,

go past flowerpots with plants badly in need
of watering, down the stairs through the coffeeshop,
through harsh fluorescent lights and whiffs of toast,
past grizzled old men drinking coffee from saucers,

then meet the hordes of sleepy-eyed children
sleepwalking to schools, the grandmothers
shuffling to the wet market to haggle over
fishes and vegetables.

the same gods are watching over us all.

revised 20.07.07

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2010

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