{"id":14836,"date":"2013-04-27T09:52:26","date_gmt":"2013-04-27T13:52:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=14836"},"modified":"2013-04-30T09:03:07","modified_gmt":"2013-04-30T13:03:07","slug":"three-poems__sl-kong","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=14836","title":{"rendered":"Three poems__SL Kong"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Uneasy Dawn<br \/>\nMy Sandy Rill<br \/>\nEvening<!--more--><\/p>\n<p><b>Uneasy Dawn<\/b><\/p>\n<p>A low sky<br \/>\nBlack clouds lie<br \/>\nNo winds<br \/>\nNothing breathes<br \/>\nThe park is empty<br \/>\nUp above the dark hills<br \/>\nA sharp ray opens the window<br \/>\nTo shine in silence<br \/>\nThe world is instantly white<br \/>\nA pair of pigeons flies<br \/>\nTheir white wings define<br \/>\nLandscape and trees<br \/>\nAs if to free<br \/>\nA new day to please<br \/>\n&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p><b>My Sandy Rill<\/b><\/p>\n<p>I stand again on my sandy rill<br \/>\nLike the years when I was here still<br \/>\nWatching its flow meanders at ease<br \/>\nMemories gradually release<\/p>\n<p>No star can be seen in the blue sky<br \/>\nThe altered landscape pale and wide<br \/>\nA moment of silence calls back sweetness<br \/>\nWhen the moon showered me with kindness<\/p>\n<p>Sixty years had gone fast<br \/>\nSo much sorrow had treaded pass<br \/>\nNow when I feel the cool water soothes<br \/>\nI erase those pains that I had gone through<br \/>\n&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p><b>Evening<\/b><\/p>\n<p>What are evenings for<\/p>\n<p>For remembering the wonders of sunset<br \/>\nWarm glows kept the sky in subdue beauty<\/p>\n<p>For listening to the whispers of leaves<br \/>\nHarmonious with the sounds of quiet peace<\/p>\n<p>For awaiting the twilight of stars<br \/>\nTogether with the moon\u2019s luminous calm<\/p>\n<p>For reviewing the beginnings in life<br \/>\nAnd enjoy the fulfilling endings<\/p>\n<p>For relaxing by a warm fire<br \/>\nSparkles intensify the scent of pine<\/p>\n<p>For anticipating a hard-earned repose<br \/>\nThereafter the hopes of dawn<\/p>\n<p>For simply enjoying a peace of mind<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Uneasy Dawn My Sandy Rill Evening<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[118],"tags":[116],"class_list":["post-14836","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-english","tag-sl-kong"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14836","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14836"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14836\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14849,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14836\/revisions\/14849"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14836"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14836"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14836"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}