This is written based on Living Poetry’s music prompt Claire de Lune
I stand
Under the red silk cotton tree
replay the journey of our life
in specks of blossom
hung high
in the azure sky
The rush of new love passion
The heartbreak sharp pain
The resigned regrets
The hope filled spring time
There is no word
that encompassing
all this fullness
of life
Let the music
play on
in ebb and flow
relive every moment
of our past
till the sky
turns grey
and my heart
sinks again
into moonlight
This poem was written using this drawing practice as a prompt.
Drawing is a process
of getting to know him
more
through the fine lines
he acquired
from the pain
of raising them
alone
Drawing of an old man (in progress)
The light bulb
of the nightstand
has gone off
She finally
stops counting
how many nights
he hasn’t been
home
She gets up
and dresses
in morning dew
planting her roses
with his ashes
I have read Benjamin’s recent post of sharing a video of his ducks. Link here for the post and video.
I want to share my story of a duck experience. A little bit of background may help. I grew up in southern China. I spent summer and winter school holidays at my grandpa’s farm where they had chickens and geese. And my experience with them were positive.
Now I live in the state of New South Wales in Australia. We have ducks here.
Well, I went into a golf course nearby to snap a photo to send to my grandmother in the nursing home in China. I was not a member of the golf club, the only way to get in was to pretend to making enquiry of joining. So I did that. I took the below photo after I walked out of the enquiry office and got to one of the greens which was empty. I tried to snap a few photos and select the best one to send to my grandma. Then I spotted the ducks, I thought they would make an excellent background. There I tried to fit them into the photos.
The next thing I knew was that they were chasing me and trying to drive me off the green. At the very moment, I also heard a man announcing from the overhead speaker “Visitor in the checkered shirt please make your way off the green immediately!”
I look quite relaxing in the photo which is a proof that I am often cool calm and collected in stressful situations. 😀
I read Autumn
the story
of the last beauty
the last fighting
to stay dignified
shedding armours
of vibrancy
the knight
left behind
a legend
now in my wanting hands
for my earnest eyes
to see
my mind filled
with the battle beauty
struggling to
put it down
and let it rest
Spring rain
softly
land on
hope
that
my love
will grow
new vines
to circle
your heart
shielding you
from blizzard
wrapping you
with tenderness
only lovers
know
If we want to break the silence
We’d better take off together
in a big jet plane
flying towards the sunrise
before she has any chance
to call the priest
Some people romanticise poets
We just need to clear
the congestion of thoughts
with words
My heart has gone cold
by the rain washed window
Days on end
you look grey
and unsympathetic
I long to feel
your weathered face
lines and crevasses
caress my hands
You store warmth
from the sun
and pulsate life
into my palms
to rescue my
detached heart
Photo by Cassa Bassa at
Dee Why beach, NSW, Australia
We are in bed
Naked
Eating figs
Imagine
life
At the beginning
When
We roamed free
Happily
Without
The greed of
Knowing
More than
What we were
Created
To be
