captain_of_soul

City

Wednesday, 12. April 2006, 06:48:20

It drained some years ago
With a vein aglow
Glass boxes lost their reflection in rivers
Moving monster's sirens mute beavers
On a windy night growling
An old man was crying

How shall i let u know, my boy dearest
What is lake, and what is forest

New Poem世界上最远的距离--泰戈尔

Comments

DarkAngel # 12. April 2006, 10:18

Capain, you are a deeply and finely feeling man! It is another remarkable and sagacious slice of real life. It reminds me of a conversation between a mom and her child about the colour of the sky.

captain_of_soul # 12. April 2006, 12:39

Well, with the development of rapid urban expansion, more and more arable land was encroached for commerical purposes. Inevitably, some social and environmental problems loom large while economic progress achieved. I think the tone my poem conveys somehow presents the growing concerns of many people around us.
Thx for ur appreciation, Angel.