“Snowdrops and A Pocket of Sunrises”
Poetry film, digital art & poem
by Peng-Ean Khoo
A pocket of sunrises
I was fearful
Of my own intensity
Of my excitement
Of my energy
I thought it was rage.
It feels like burning fire
But I am not angry
Maybe sometimes, the system.
When I write, it is typically oddly poetic.
But I can’t conform to any form and then it doesn’t become poetry anymore.
It is the same with my music.
It is the same with my art.
It is the same with my sustainable development work.
Because it doesn’t fit
A pattern language
I shall dance
And I reckon, it shall not be dance either
Because I shall be dancing freely
It used to be a pocket of sunrises
But now I know I am holding an entire bouquet of a thousand suns.
That are no longer afraid of the sunsets because darkness is just a forgetting.
That we all hold a million trillion sun dances.
October 16, 2016