after I declined his offer of whisky for the umpteenth time, two sincere souls fell into oblivion, not quite knowing how to connect
we seemed to gaze at the nonchalant smoke of his cigarette trailing off into the pitch-dark night
does his culture believe in companionable silence?
the fireflies shone extra hard, as if challenging me to decipher their answer
—- This is my first and last published poem. Happy to share it here to guarantee my spot on @siggy47’s newsletter Issue 2. Yes, I’m strategic this way.
Forwarding some sats to @siggy47 so that he can support other writers. We must stick together
I love this! Great contribution.
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Thank you! You have earned the first slot. Can you share any details of the publishing without revealing too much private information?
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I went for an overseas community service trip to Thailand when I was in college. I was so bowled over by the friendliness and immense respect paid to us young punks by the Thais. It is still one of my favourite life events thus far.
After I came back, I wrote this and dashed it off to a literary magazine in my country. Beginner’s luck. 🍀 haha. But I guess the emotions I hoped to convey were raw and heartfelt and authentic (though authenticity has lost its power for me since we overuse it these days).
This poem was about capturing a single moment in time. @carlosfandango may approve of this even though it isn’t a haiku haha.
DONT ZAP ME 1000 SATS. I will die of embarrassment Zap me 8 sats, if you must since 8 is a lucky number in my culture haha
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I'll sneak zap you more later :)
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