yertle-the-turtle
ONE love, blood, life
It's amazing the silly things I write. This was written a couple of hours ago on Singapore's highest peak, looking towards the harbour where many little ships were coming in. I wrote it on the back of a supermarket receipt. I bet I shall look at it in two months and hate it, because that's what happens to all my poetry.
Half-past seven today
An emotion trapped by time
Dragged through the sea
Docking at someone else's harbour.
I smiled and you smiled
But we never smiled to each other.
You didn't watch the boats with me -
I watched them alone.
Amid the sounds of a light wind blowing
And of engines softly humming
The rowdy laughter of teenagers pierced my ears
Destroying the peacefulness of morning.
I felt I ought to have joined them
But I was trying too hard to become an adult.
Half-past seven today
An emotion trapped by time
Dragged through the sea
Docking at someone else's harbour.
I smiled and you smiled
But we never smiled to each other.
You didn't watch the boats with me -
I watched them alone.
Amid the sounds of a light wind blowing
And of engines softly humming
The rowdy laughter of teenagers pierced my ears
Destroying the peacefulness of morning.
I felt I ought to have joined them
But I was trying too hard to become an adult.
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