<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Recollection - First Poetic Impulse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">my first poetic impulse <br>was in my pre school days<br>i must have been only four <br>years old lying sweet on the <br>kitchen floor one fine morning <br>sucking on my milk bottle </div><div style="margin:10px 0">out on the tip of a pointed roof<br>a magpie had gathered itself<br>comfortably and started singing <br>its heart out to the sun just beginning<br>to warm up the new day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its song was edged like the roof<br>pointed here and there <br>in the rhythm and fractured tone <br>of a disconcerted soul<br>complaining all the world's<br>injustices to the heavens<br>like a chirpy woman crying mad about <br>poor treatments of her in laws</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it sang for so long i was <br>provoked to ask the bird <br>what it was pining all about<br>about the black and white<br>of its days? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i asked and it sang<br>i asked and it sang<br>beak pointed to the sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i asked and it sang<br>i asked and it sang<br>until it thought it was done<br>and flew away without a note<br>leaving a trail of silence and <br>melancholy on an empty <br>roof, the morning and - <br>an unrequited heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423842" data-title="Recollection - First Poetic Impulse de John Tiong Chunghoo" data-description="my first poetic impulse was in my pre school days i must have been only four years old lying sweet on the kitchen floor one fine morning sucking on my milk bottle out on the tip of a pointed roof a magpie had gathered itself comfortably and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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