talking about incisive mind; <br />my life's laid bare <br />on my clothesline <br />right under the sun <br />if noosy neighbour <br />really knows where to read it. <br />our laughters and moods <br />trail with the frills, shades <br />pastels, chiffons <br />a myriad shapely wear <br />that dance in the morning breeze; <br />a party in the open. <br />the butterflies and bees <br />lose out to their allure; <br />a cartoonist's inner world <br />at work as we figure <br />all the characters <br />in the wear <br />trooping through <br />the avenue with their <br />infectious laughters. <br />in the dawn of a new season <br />how the shapes have changed, <br />and the colours <br />fly away like autumn. <br />the dull colours! <br />the dull colours! <br />how they invade my <br />clothesline, my life. <br />the falling leaves! <br />the falling crown! <br />how everything start <br />giving up on each other <br />split, broken, trail <br />with the wind! <br />the void! the void! <br />Right in this warm <br />blooded creature! <br />So cold the days <br />finally become... <br />my clothesline, <br />the delicate theatre <br />of my life <br />that trails with the wind <br />day in and day out. <br />if only the noosy neighbour <br />know where to read <br />all my secrets; <br />they dance in the winds... <br />each morning.... <br />when the sun is bright <br />and the wind blowing.... <br />this morning i watch <br />with witheld tears alone <br />knowing full well <br />some shirts will <br />never return to the line.<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clothesline/
