What tormented the lady
whom self destruct
near the railroad tracts?
Why?
Encapsulated in her lonely world
no friends or family visitors –
or was it heart felt lost of spouse –
or grieving over parting of ways –
or lost of family members?
Fragmented Family?
Housed in senior complex
with over 150 fraternal members.
Surly there must be a friend
she could lean-on?
Alone in midst of multitude?
Demons – torment her mind –
cancerous growth metastasize.
Pulsating beat within
wailing wall of her mind.
Tormented!
Demons imprison in her mind –
her damnation on earth –
death her penance.
Sweet – sweet death the opiate
liberates her soul from bondage –
her spirit rose
from the smoldering ashes –
free from the prison of her mind.
A Conundrum!
RAYMOND CHOW 03-19-09
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
CABIN IN THE SKY
Cedar & pines trees –
sway to hushing rhythm of wind.
Snow laden bough on its roof tops –
arms akimbo – bended –
unburdened its weighted arms –
bombard –
undergrowth of forest floor.
Montage of shapes & forms –
molded by wind
sculptured by sun’s rays
dusted with star flakes –
transmogrified in children’s mind –
into menagerie of sylvan
creatures of our enchanted forest.
Snow covered chalet –
nestles under dense forest.
Smoke curls up from chimney –
climbing way up high in the sky –
lacing the trees and moon
and mingles with stars.
Heaven dusts the sky –
feathers slowly float –
blanketing our snowy playground.
Tomorrow’s venue –
belly-flopping down the steep hill
like penguins in our
“WINTER WONDERLAND”.
Raymond Chow 03-19-09
sway to hushing rhythm of wind.
Snow laden bough on its roof tops –
arms akimbo – bended –
unburdened its weighted arms –
bombard –
undergrowth of forest floor.
Montage of shapes & forms –
molded by wind
sculptured by sun’s rays
dusted with star flakes –
transmogrified in children’s mind –
into menagerie of sylvan
creatures of our enchanted forest.
Snow covered chalet –
nestles under dense forest.
Smoke curls up from chimney –
climbing way up high in the sky –
lacing the trees and moon
and mingles with stars.
Heaven dusts the sky –
feathers slowly float –
blanketing our snowy playground.
Tomorrow’s venue –
belly-flopping down the steep hill
like penguins in our
“WINTER WONDERLAND”.
Raymond Chow 03-19-09
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