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Saturday, October 24, 2009
Delightful. Just brilliant. It was the school's Inter-class games this afternoon, and I spent the whole few hours supporting 3Achieve's all-female soccer team. To tell the truth, it was an afternoon well spent. I've just realised, this is the first time I've seen an all-female soccer team kickoff in person, a new experience for me. The significance in 'sportsmanship' really shined here. How the girls were so close-knitted in order to play out their best game is something which brings me to remember the power of harmony. Away with big philosophies... Basically, this afternoon was really joyous. Well, partially, I was there also because my duties and status in the class committee required my presence as a form of morale support. Or at least that's what the girls are saying.
That's Farhana running in the far end. The one in pink shorts.
What a busy day. One can only look forward to the holidays as the light at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately, I do not think that to be so.
Well, anyway. I haven't engaged in poetry for a long time. Here's another shot at it, inspired by an eerie moon seen a day before Mid-Autumn Festival.
An Overshadowed Moon
Misty beings descend upon the pyres,
Tonight the Moon shall speak,
Listen for she is no liar.
Below, gentle waves have the ancient wooden jetty creak.
Clouds conceal the truth,
That ominous howl was from the shadowed wolf.
Towards our wrongs the heavens weep,
Down the face of the Moon fresh red blood shall drip.
Deep in the trees hide a deafening silence,
A sound so perturbing and static,
Between the white keys of a piano is a black virulence,
Reflections in calm pond waters are but panic.
Thick vapour usurps the sphere of light in the sky,
Guilty eyes turn bleary,
In the distance a violin string snaps and releases a desperate cry,
While heavy hearts sink in their scarlet ferries.
Fumes of the skies drift away,
The Truthsayer will reveal today,
Even after the orb of the night is safe from being slain,
Reflections of an Overshadowed Moon in the pond they shall remain.
~Under the glare of moonlight,
William ends this poem.
That's Farhana running in the far end. The one in pink shorts.
What a busy day. One can only look forward to the holidays as the light at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately, I do not think that to be so.
Well, anyway. I haven't engaged in poetry for a long time. Here's another shot at it, inspired by an eerie moon seen a day before Mid-Autumn Festival.
An Overshadowed Moon
Misty beings descend upon the pyres,
Tonight the Moon shall speak,
Listen for she is no liar.
Below, gentle waves have the ancient wooden jetty creak.
Clouds conceal the truth,
That ominous howl was from the shadowed wolf.
Towards our wrongs the heavens weep,
Down the face of the Moon fresh red blood shall drip.
Deep in the trees hide a deafening silence,
A sound so perturbing and static,
Between the white keys of a piano is a black virulence,
Reflections in calm pond waters are but panic.
Thick vapour usurps the sphere of light in the sky,
Guilty eyes turn bleary,
In the distance a violin string snaps and releases a desperate cry,
While heavy hearts sink in their scarlet ferries.
Fumes of the skies drift away,
The Truthsayer will reveal today,
Even after the orb of the night is safe from being slain,
Reflections of an Overshadowed Moon in the pond they shall remain.
~Under the glare of moonlight,
William ends this poem.
