Tuesday, 24 April 2007

Under the Crescent Moon

The sinking sun gives the cue
The ridge lines run

From mountain to mountain

On these lines
The pine trees stand still

Between the trees
A crescent moon drifts

Under the crescent moon
My hope hangs

When the moon is full
My hope shall float

Inspired by the culture and heritage of the Arab World and Turkey, written during a symposium on ICT and Education: International directions in research and application, 2pm to 3.30pm on 24 April 2007.

Wednesday, 11 April 2007

She lies there with her past

Mouth open wide
Head to the sky
Tilted at a side

Eyeballs roll up
Towards her scalp
Dust on her hair
She offers a tacit prayer

As her whole shell
Concaves
Her hollow mind
Becomes an empty hallway

Sending echoes
From her footsteps of self-pity
they swallow her, they follow her
Into eternity

Waiting for death
To consume her past
As guilt keeps dripping
From the upper bulb of the hourglass

Her thoughts are sand
Shifting uneasily, she knows
When the bulb runs empty
And so shall her soul be


Inspired by a picture from the Geographical Magazine on 11 April 2007 and written on the next morning.

Wednesday, 4 April 2007

Dance of a Tumbleweed


The wind cries
In the deep blue sky
Bidding the dance to begin
Imbuing the days ahead
With hues from a old vague dream

Too vague to remember
The leaves tinged red in November
Were once emerald green
No one recalls
The rhythm pulsating life into the dead
Dried up stream

There is only the sun-bruised and desiccated mind

Bobbing on the sea of ignorance
Like an aimless fishing float in the naked ocean
Up and down and up and down

In rolling, it rolls
In dancing, it dances
In tumbling, it tumbles
Till the wind dies down


Inspired by the tumbleweed picture and written on 4 April 2007.

Monday, 2 April 2007

The Porridge and I

My back facing
Where the sun
Is rising

With a spoon
In my hand
I fed myself

A bowl of chicken porridge
Alone
In the crowd


Inspired by the time at canteen A and written on 2 April 2007.

Sunday, 1 April 2007

Cold Fire

Light
a cold fire,
by my soul.

Let it burn
till my heart
is frozen.

Inspired by the emergency exercise in JWPS and recorded on 1 April 2007.