11:58am
Lunch time's almost here but I'm not hungry. Actually I'm unbelievably sleepy. My eyelids are drooping, like half-closed awnings on a hot summer afternoon.
In a battle with torpor, a short poem came up to me. Asking me to tell it's story. Among literary forms, the poem is the most distant from me. The meaning it conveys always seemed elusive to my story-trained brain. I dare not refuse what Erato sent to me in a lucid dream.
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Tik, tok, tik, tok says the clock,
Hours to go before we head home,
I stare ahead and see a face,
That quickens the pace in my veins.
Flik, flak, flik, flak,
His smile sends my heart aflutter,
A boy that always makes me wonder.
Up, up, up my hands lift up,
To touch your smooth and gentle face,
Like a smoke it swirled in space,
Open my eyes and I'm awake.
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Thank you my dear muse for giving me a Jang Keun Suk inspired short poem.
Lunch time's almost here but I'm not hungry. Actually I'm unbelievably sleepy. My eyelids are drooping, like half-closed awnings on a hot summer afternoon.
In a battle with torpor, a short poem came up to me. Asking me to tell it's story. Among literary forms, the poem is the most distant from me. The meaning it conveys always seemed elusive to my story-trained brain. I dare not refuse what Erato sent to me in a lucid dream.
~~~~~~
Tik, tok, tik, tok says the clock,
Hours to go before we head home,
I stare ahead and see a face,
That quickens the pace in my veins.
Flik, flak, flik, flak,
His smile sends my heart aflutter,
A boy that always makes me wonder.
Up, up, up my hands lift up,
To touch your smooth and gentle face,
Like a smoke it swirled in space,
Open my eyes and I'm awake.
~~~~~~
Thank you my dear muse for giving me a Jang Keun Suk inspired short poem.
