Poems – Flicker of Thoughts

The Sound of Silence

Communication is tiring 
Dissecting myself to be understood 
On things that matters no one
I much prefer to be silent
To be left alone
In the quiet
The sound of my own breathing 
Is reassuring 
While the nature orchestrating
Its sensational masterpiece

Light and Shadow in Reverse



Is it sad to be almost perfect?
Perfection loses its charm when there is no room for growth.


Is it a failure for being almost famous?
Fame corrupts the longevity of any sustainable success.

Is it shameful to be weak?
Weaknesses force us to come face to face with our Creator.

Lies

Lies her father told 
Fested within her

They formed a filter 
Bluring her vision
They grew skin tags
Choking her breathing
They wrapped calluses 
Around her heart

She saw the world 
In distortion 
She was suffocated 
From lack of truth
Her heart was hardened 
Inner vows took root

He father told lies
To her innocent little girl
Now she is imprisoned 
Under his everlasting curse
She is plotting to destroy him
Before he does

Yellow

My poem Yellow earned an honourable mention in Gabriela’s poetry contest. Original post Here

Beneath the golden wattle
We meet again to read poetry
The spring wind pays us a visit
I pick yellow out of your tawny locks
and brush them off your lips with a kiss
Your freckles bloom like pansies

This poem is inspired by Gabriela Marie Milton’s poem titled ‘Yellow’
in her latest published “Woman: Splendor and Sorrow”.
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Vigil

I shut the door
from condolences 
and keep the night 
between us

Intimate air is
what I long to share
with you
at your last stop 
to paradise 

You are all washed 
and cleaned
I slip on 
your favourite kimono
the one embroidered 
with superb starlings
and stain my lips
in cherry red

It is so peaceful
and quiet
I hear every crackle
of the fire
and the candle cries
all my tears 
to give you light

My last love note 
to you
is written in Shuji 
on royal blue Ryoshi
and is sealed
with a cherry kiss

My love
I send you
ahead of me
on your way
to our sweet home

This transient place
this moment
we share tonight
will be surrendered 
to God in the morning

My name will be erased 
from your heart
and yours will be hung
with the blue silk tie 
around my neck

Writer’s notes: This piece of writing is inspired by a ghost story I read in a Japanese literature, source unknown.

Come Back

I want to
give in
to wine

But 
wine is only
the vessel 
that takes me
to you

All the good times
we had
long faded
onto the ground
like snowflakes

But 
wine
when its full body
swells in my mouth
you came alive
in me
again

Co-parenting

We pray for our children 
And God sends rain to
Wash away the filth from our lips
Soften our stony heart
Give us a spring 
to feed goodness to our little ones

Loving our children is primal 
Loving them right is a miracle 

We pray for ourselves 
Be kind
Be loving
But most of all
Be grateful 
For we don't raise our children alone
God has a plan for us and our littl ones

Children are gifts from God
And we are blessed to have them

Words

Writing with others are both inspiring and fun. I hope you enjoy this collaboration between me and Bree. Reading Bree’s work is like walking into her garden in every season. Secret Thoughts Within

An exhausted heart,
asking no more for rain
A shameful shadow
deserving no reprieve from disdain

A drip,
running down from the heavens to my soul
A refreshment,
replenishing the drought within me

A book,
doing just that to rescue me
A story,
unfolding before my eyes
making my heart sing again

Purple Rain

your weave through the silver curtain
in violet and fuchsia silk
the infant romance, so sweet
held in our treasuring hands
when the petals peeling off
our hearts crying purple rain

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