從不同角度觀看一幅畫

 

portrait in the making

 

By Rosana Sam

 

our face, our being
a tabula rasa 
in the making

collecting pats and
praises of admiration (or not) 
from our parents

romping around with
siblings and guffawing in the sun
at the rice fields
under the monsoon

filling our soul with its raindrops
a light of ray on that
special day

that tassels weaving through 
the bamboo leaves

that precious smile
and touch from 
that one and only
under the raining rose petals

we are beaming
the moon lights us
in an aura visible only
within our bossoms

a black gash of dark paint
slashes across our
scapes but resilient

we plod on, put on a smile
for we are not easily riled
for we are portraits in
the making

 

Artwork by 立