POEM 770
My Thoughts Today….
Today there are no sun rays yet
the roads are not muddy but irritating wet,
it feels cold, not cozy at all
that's all we can get, yes, that's all
today we can't walk around in my area,
where I reside is uphill,
but for the rest, especially the coastal area
it is approximately 7 meters below the sea
I visited Death Valley, in the U.S.A. the devil's golf course,
what I summarize here of course, is not my remorse
but oh me, oh me, zero tourists to see
and the devil's golf course is 86 meters below the sea
my automobile went on and on like in a spinning wheel
I could not drive as I wished to, my heart was sealed
the earth looked like ribbles glued together
so I letme gliding down and up, I don't bother
afterwards I can tell you that nobody would rather
imitate me
I admit that I like to ride on salty, ribbed ground
on the artist's Pallet, have colours but no canvas around
so many plants waving in Death Valley, seemed lifeless
in their eternal mourning colours, while mourning tearless...
Sylvia Frances Chan
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Sunday 18 August 2019
13.26 PM Dutch Time
A beautiful poem that brilliantly and vividly portrayed Death Valley. Reading this marvelous write as if I was transported to this one of a kind place. Very informative and wonderfully written.
Irritating wet! ! ! However, tearless. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.