Me and the shrub

I was walking aimlessly and contently
knowing the truth of timing

I spotted a native wilted shrub
I love them for they are scruffy and hardy
I stopped, looking up the sky and asked for rain

The next day, I woke up smiling at the drops
left on my window pane

I was walking towards the shrub intently
knowing the truth of prayer

I squatted down to check on its trunk and crown
with satisfaction they are still bendy but supple
I stood up, looking up the sky and gave thanks

The next day, I woke up smiling as my heart
filled with warmth

I was walking towards the shrub with excitement
knowing the truth of reaping

I skipped down the path to match my anticipation
from distance it greeted me with full bloom
My heart fluttered, looking up the sky and murmuring ‘I have found it!’

Summer storm

the sun is pure heat and the air is thick
my breathing is laden
sweat like honey dripping out the comb
except it’s sour and salt and vinaigrette

lying underneath the oak tree
the still air brings no relief
the leaves are like an over woven fish net
pressing down slowly to scoop me up
the creepy fear descending on me

then a blistering light broke my fear
following by a whip crackling
my pleated skirt and hair flying off
I feel the fat raindrops sizzling on my skin

the orchestra is playing louder and louder now
it’s only fitting to dance to its magnificence
running wild barefoot on the wet mossy grass
carrying the weight of drapey clothes and hair
‘freedom! freedom!’ is all the lyrics I utter

A man in Ben Hogan cap

I take shelter in the Ben Hogan

He keeps me warm and stylish

Fending me from the early chirps’ dropping

My tash loves him and desires a pipe mistress

Yet, I will be just happy with a bowtie

Com’om mystery, poetry and crime

I’m ready in the Ben Hogan armour

Emptiness

let the music fall on my vacated mind

let memory flood through my being
your puppy eyes and a soft smile

let the film play each of your faces
just how I remember them
invading me with your every touch, every word and every heatbeat you stirred in me

there was so much more than the music you shared with me

let my tears fall in this vacant space
bits and pieces of you fill my heart

Consummation

My love
When I search you in the dark
Your lips are on mine
The sprinkle of your kisses
Like dewdrops quenching my thirst
I quiver to drink you in
My heart flutters to bloom
Softly softly I’m opening up to you
My love
Your heat warms me up
Wrapping me in flasket
I gently illuminate
Seeping through your blood streams
Your inferno melts me in spiral
Until we disintegrate into one

She is meant 4 him

she walked in his shack and smiled
he sensed calm before he lifted his eyes onto her

she held his head to her bosom
his headache peeled off in red and white petals

she torn open the curtains and let the light in
his chest expanded inhaling lavenders in sundust

she kissed him in droplets
he sank into a bliss of sweet aroma

Wisdom

when life treating you unkind
let it be

like leaves in the river
hope and disappointment drifting all in one
if you will it will
let it be rotten and spurge again
the regrowth in nature’s hand
let it be

when love giving you pain
let it be

like candle wax dripping losing its form
if you will it will
let it be lost and rebuilt again
the clay in the potter’s hand
let it be

when the world giving you silence
let it be

like a performer on an empty stage
if you will it will
let the clapping be mute and loud again
the art in the creator’s hand
let it be