Ah Thailand is waking up, the tuk tuks clearing their lungs

the bike boys spitting thickly in the street

the girls slender as palms weave waving their way

from uneven pavement to slanting slab as if on air

so languid and elegant do they float past my caressing eye

And beyond that the thrum of traffic revving up to start

Bangkoks own grid locked grand prix

The run from light to light in smoke filled lung blackening

Belches of pure petrol

And out in the sticks in ripples of falangland

Beyond the pale

The old fingers are flexing and creaking for

another day of missives across the ether

This daily ritual of mice at dawn, twenty mental paces apart

Where every issued is thrashed and settled.

Good morning Thailand

Edited September 2, 200718 yr by ratchabuild

That's nice.

Maybe we should have a poetry thread, I've got a couple of secret ones hidden away.

Edited September 2, 200718 yr by sceadugenga

Should be good morning bangkok .

But very striking poetry.

You're a poet

And now we know it.

What a refreshing and creative read.... thankyou!

Nice one RB. Got anymore?

"...from uneven pavement to slanting slab as if on air ..."

Yeah, I've slipped on a few of those pavements and messed up my hair!

Nice, RB. Thanks

Very refreshing post indeed !

It would be nice to see more of these. Took me back to Thailand and away from bleak Scotland for a mo,

Cheers !