Friday, December 24, 2010

First Stanza of an Unfinished Poem

Wrote this "poem" after I first got 70% of my teaching salary. I felt it's not yet done... or is it? I don't know.

In my Wallet

A pen that marks blood and love
to lined yellow surfaces
is crushing my paper bills
like stacked leaves lying below
the school pavement, creeping
for the color of the soil.


  1. Hi ma'am. Nice poem. But, syadong malalim. I want to know its meaning. :)

  2. Hi Najmah, the poem's super half-baked but I was merely referring to the things inside my wallet: a red pen to mark papers of students and crumpled paper bills which signifies poverty in my chosen profession. LOL. It's messy still, the images in the poem. But thanks for taking time to read.


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