Leslie Ching

In the depths of silence
Pits of despair
Holes of doubt
Infinite nothing
...

I savour the word
Those delicious vowels and syllables
Hard consonants and crisp suffix;
I let them roll on my tongue
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When I (inspiration) = 0,
The # of P (poems) < N (normal)
And the value of P < 2
However, when I = 1,
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In a bitter chiselling winter gust,
Dusty flecks of snow whirl about in the air around me,
Enveloping my figure in a spiral of white,
While I wait impatiently for my bus to appear on the horizon.
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We never thought
It would happen so soon
So suddenly
That things would end
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