It was about 40 degrees
Celsius outside when I got off the bus, “rolling in the”… heat. Long
before, I found myself in a lovely small garden in front of a university
right near the bus stop. Tall trees (shades), some kinds of unknown
wildflowers, neatly trimmed grass… My mind got a breath of fresh air
thanks to just a-few-step walk in this garden (the reason why I couldn’t
linger is that I was “conscious” enough to catch sight of the bus which
will take me home approaching). On the way home, that short yet
pleasant moment “haunted” me and I, as a result, came up with an
impromptu poem. Truth be told, this is the first time I have had such
kind of literary inspiration! I like writing prose, but I have failed
many times trying to come up with a poem.
I think it will be not fair to tell you all about how my first English poem came into existence then refuse to show you the poem :P OK, to avoid being labeled “mean”, I will show you my “masterpiece” ;)
"In this damn hot weather
The tree gives me a shelter
To escape from the temperature
I feel happier than ever
Oh thank you, Mother Nature!"
Hanoi, May, 3th, 2012
Signed,
Chi (maybe another Chi with dreamy eyes, the one that you didn’t use to know)
One thing I must confess after all is: In fact, on my way home, I could only think of two or three lines of poem and some words to fit in the rhyme. Not until a few minutes ago when I composed the draft of this note did I finish the rest of the poem :P
--> Conclusion: I have no gift in writing poem, so don’t ask me for more until another poetic thing catches my eyes :)
I think it will be not fair to tell you all about how my first English poem came into existence then refuse to show you the poem :P OK, to avoid being labeled “mean”, I will show you my “masterpiece” ;)
"In this damn hot weather
The tree gives me a shelter
To escape from the temperature
I feel happier than ever
Oh thank you, Mother Nature!"
Hanoi, May, 3th, 2012
Signed,
Chi (maybe another Chi with dreamy eyes, the one that you didn’t use to know)
One thing I must confess after all is: In fact, on my way home, I could only think of two or three lines of poem and some words to fit in the rhyme. Not until a few minutes ago when I composed the draft of this note did I finish the rest of the poem :P
--> Conclusion: I have no gift in writing poem, so don’t ask me for more until another poetic thing catches my eyes :)
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