amaze, cold amazement <br />those faces i saw as a child <br />those faces that can still trap <br />me between the lines of their <br />scowls with mere recollections <br /> <br />those cold cold faces that seemed <br />to have come out of er somewhere <br />a torture chamber? a lonely prison? <br />disappointment land? <br /> <br />i did not know hell, too young to know <br />wonder who first coined cold as hell <br />could hell be cold anyway? <br /> <br />well then i did not know <br />much about fridge either <br />in backward borneo 40 years back <br />the coldness of people's faces <br />racked the mind and dissettled <br />a budding heart mored used to <br />cajoles and warm embraces <br /> <br />i still see men with <br />cold cold faces, demeanor <br />hell, ice, fridge have become <br />overused, redundant words <br />to describe such poor souls <br /> <br />i picture them as homo sapiens <br />who carry an arctic with them <br />and wonder how they could make <br />friends and warm them up <br />cold cold people with cold cold faces <br />who could cut deeper to the bone <br />than ice and snow <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />A Child's Amaze <br />SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy, <br />I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his <br />statements, <br />As contending against some being or influence. <br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-s-amaze-2/
