I slip
I trip
Avoiding splashes from running vehicles
Lightning flashes bomb me with fear
Paralyze my movement
Tantalize my breathing speed
Mind blanks out
Find heartbeat escalate
See the bus shelter
Bee hides under it
Rushing towards my destination
Dashing pass the trees
Almost fall into the drain
Within one feet distance
Rubber shoes stop me
Straining toes heavily to the ground
The black yellow bee seems grinning
Upheaval embarrassment is blushing my face
And the bus comes waving goodbye to the bee
As the bee slips its tiny feet against the wet pole
Knocks and trips onto the wet ground
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 18 December 2013 from 7:25pm to 8:26pm
It was raining heavily and observing the raindrops on the road. Afraid of tripping myself, I walked slowly towards the bus stop. This experience births out the rhyming words, let my imagination runs wild and playing with English words in my vocabulary memory.
Yoshiko 