Dulu orang Cina bungkus kaki anak dara mereka,
Orang Afrika dan Borneo cucuk hidung dan telinga,
Gelangkan tengkuk dan entah melakukan apa lagi
Kepada tubuh badan mereka demi kepercayaan,
Sekarang ramai pakai kasut yang nipis,
Yang mendedah lebih banyak kulit puan
Daripada kulit kasut,
Mudah rosak, yang cengkam jari kaki,
Sehingga herot, yang mempunyai tapak tumit
yang tinggi dan kurus,
yang menganjak pusat graviti
beberapa cm ke atas dan
menjejas kestabilan imbangan kaki.
Apa nama produk akhir proses turun temurun
dan sejagat ini?
Wanita lemah lembut.
Dung Beetle & Dung Ball As Metaphor of Man & His Consciousness
Just as a dung ball is all the dung beetle has got and needs to sustain him through life, so is consciousness the substance or essence to sustain man through this life and beyond.
The versewriter at 61 in 2007
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Nature Reined, Nurture Reigns
"Ok gang, I'll say it again, rein in your instinct, remember your training!"
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A Thing Of Beauty Is An Embodiment Of Spirit
About Me
- WordWalker
- Dungun, Terengganu, Malaysia
- I take cognizance that I am a soulseed from the divine nursery sown into the wilds of existence to be subjected to a few human-defining knocks and some soul-shaking falls before being able to sprout spiritual wings. Failure is not an option, all will fly eventually. Just a question of how many lessons it takes before being able to take flight to a fully awakened state. The rest of my life story, and the arguments in my writings, follow from the premise.
4 comments:
Amazing. I wrote something along the same lines when I was 12. It was a poem entitled "Bound Feet", detailing the custom of foot-binding, and then in the final 2 stanzas, ladies walk past in their kitten heels, stilettos and strappies, smiling and smug, feeling sorry for their grandmothers who had to have bound feet.
I like yours much better, though.
CO78: that juxtaposition between stilettoes walking past bound feet done at age 12 is worth another go! Who says you cannot rewrite a poem decades earlier! But only if you feel the 12 year old need a guiding hand. On the other hand you can leave the first well alone and write a second poem and then publish it side by side, as a second juxtaposition. Just my twosen.
Entah dah bakar ke dah buang, Bang. Tak sanggup nak simpan dan rujuk semula semua puisi bodoh yang kita karang masa muda dahulu. Semuanya juvenalia belaka.
CO78: God knows how many poems were written and lost in the mist of time gone. But unlike you I recall them fondly and feel I did do justice to the call ... The earliest poems saved here are "Together Apart," "If I were blind," "The camera is too much between us." All written in 1969 or 70. I know where one of my earliest poems is being kept but I haven't got a copy of it. It is the MCKK class of 64 Fivean Magazine.
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