Offerings
It is the final day
as they return through the gate to
where they belong
We prayed that
they will live well
in the other world
and send our offerings
in peace and farewell
In horror we see
Children play with candle of flames
running through the joss-sticks
and playing around with
the food offerings
having fun all around
The maid
chattered in tune
and closed an eye on them
The elderly woman
shook her head and
look away
The mid-aged woman
nagged at them
yet they give no ears
The young lady
just stood still
and hope those “people”
will forgive these little children
Lives that still filled with
innocence and ignorance
A scenario yesterday while I was accompanying my mum down to pray and burn the incense papers for the dead as it was the last day of the Hungry Ghost Festival .
P.S I thought those children were the “people” in the first place you know…lol~But when I saw the boy riding away in skateboard and went up to where his maid was, I was like =_=~
Ghosts don’t skateboard on the ground, but air maybe…. =X
Stunning, darling. The visuals were immaculate.
Thank you^^~ Hope you enjoy your stay here:D
You beautifully created the whole scene in my mind; and the last stanza got me! Cute!
^^ Thank you:3
Wonderful, graphic poem – about a world I do not know…
The words and the graphics and the music create almost an environment to step into.
Just wondering, you list your local time as Singapore time but your name as it appears includes some Korean script…?
I will wait the two more hours to download your novel – congratulations on your effort!
Lawrence
=P Just some stylish name to brand oneself as a devil =P~ but other than that I am from Singapore, and I placed a countdown timer in the post, this will be easier I guess=D for you to see how much time is left :3
true,
kids are innocent and ignorant,
Love to see that your poetry carry such important topic.
:3 But the innocence and ignorance eventually die away when they grow up to face this world of reality
fantastic story…
beautiful job!
Adults always try to make boring people out of children.. and then they complain about how these same children lose their innocence!! Hypocrites! Instead, if only they “learned” to maintain their own innocence…how nice would that be!!!
A beautiful and poignant poem, Riika… keep up the excellence, my friend!
Yea! Luckily my parents weren’t that kind of people and I am glad, I am free to do whatever I like and want =P
Hey there. Sending ya an invite. Prompts go up on Tuesdays. I hope you can stop by.
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Sure, I will check it out =)~ And see if I can come up with something nice^^
I like the message in this poem…too bad what really makes a human is lost.
Indeed, I was actually shocked by what happened, the maid was like happily chatting away while the kids take on a roll on those offerings without giving much thoughts. We can only hope the lost soul will find the right direction to walk out =)