Sunday.
Two hours ago:
Trains: one missed, one boarded
a race against time
to reach the land of maamis and music.
An hour ago:
People: one dignified, one childlike
two silver haired old men
each with a story to share with me.
Now:
Roads: one traversed, one to be taken
time to bid adieu to a reporter’s beat
farewell my literary kith and photographic kin.
An hour from now:
Scripts: two mastered, one devilish
the characters borrowed from the Chinese
leave me bedazzled, the kids win again.
This is poem 6 for Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD 2011, my way of celebrating NaPoWriMo. Prompt: "Time of day" poem.
I can relate to all of it except the last stanza which intrigues me. Like that mystery.
ReplyDeletehe he.. the last stanza refers to the japanese class.. the two mastered scripts are Hiragana and Katakana.. and the script borrowed from the Chinese is Kanji. We had an activity to identify these kanji from flash cards, and the team I was in (full of people in their 20s and 30s) lost to a bunch of school/college kids. :)
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