by Unknown
Nov 2009 430 Views 3 comments
AFTER THE FESTIVAL
Like the first rain
after a prolonged drought,
the seas hailed me,
they did obeisance. Even my lords did.
My filial stem added branches,
my family increased,
though no child was born,
nor a new wife married.
From far and near
the sea of mouths did overflow.
Success is a festival.
Failure is an orphan.
It rained heavily,
even foes hid under my roof,
not from the wetness and the cold
but for a glimpse of my gold.
and it continued to rain;
the flood and the mud can bare witness.
But suddenly,
before noon break, the rains ceased.
and when I opened my eyes,
only me, myself and I overcrowded me.
after a prolonged drought,
the seas hailed me,
they did obeisance. Even my lords did.
My filial stem added branches,
my family increased,
though no child was born,
nor a new wife married.
From far and near
the sea of mouths did overflow.
Success is a festival.
Failure is an orphan.
It rained heavily,
even foes hid under my roof,
not from the wetness and the cold
but for a glimpse of my gold.
and it continued to rain;
the flood and the mud can bare witness.
But suddenly,
before noon break, the rains ceased.
and when I opened my eyes,
only me, myself and I overcrowded me.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
It should be noted that those who stay with you in your trying times are your true friends. True friends are scarce yet they are everywhere. To find one however you must be a true friend yourself. Love is contagious, the other gets it when one has it or vice versa. In 2003, I was nominated by a poetry organisation in the United States of America for a $20,000 prize for my poem UTOPIA 1. I was invited to visit the US and possibly collect the prize. When this happened, I discovered that my ‘family’ became very large, extended and unusually accommodating until my proposed trip to the United States failed because of visa refusal. When I returned to my base and once people confirmed that it eventually did not work out, I searched fruitlessly for the members of my ‘family’ and ‘friends’ who became too distant for comfort. Hence the poems, ‘AFTER THE FESTIVAL 1 & 11’.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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