Category: Poetry and Prose

Blur

time passed
memory faded

we met
we played
we dated
we parted

never fought
never clashed
never debated
never communicated

no sad goodbyes
no turning back
no once more
no foever ever

time passes
memory blurs

Calabash

calabash
your pale beauty
hidden in a luscious emerald screen
your smooth ivory skin reflected off
the cobra blue moonlight

I run my warm fingers on your valley curves
along your spine as celo playing hauntingly
monsoon rain moistens my tongue
feeding the starvation in me

my hunger eyes and barren lips
no longer self contained
charging unshackled to shake you
off the cord

Childhood memory

my memory of school holidays
are of the farm life

the rooster crowed at daybreak on roof top
careless with the chimney smoke

the forest green tea plantations
dazzled in the spring rain

early summer crickets sang
amidst the bamboo bushes

village children’s twinkling eyes
fixed on pebble stones roast chestnuts

burning charcoals snuggled in the terracotta bowl
covered by a hand knitted bamboo basket

the card games and craft
under the kerosene lamps

firewood smoke and wet soil smells
connected me to my childhood
through the time tunnel
decorated with fireflies

Honeycomb

My Honeycomb!

Do you know
you are meant to
be empty and lonely
for I was born to
come and fill you
with sweetness in
every hollow room.

We drip of
wealth and riches
overflow with harvest
cacoon in our happy home.

Oh my sweet sweet Honeycomb!

Drop dead

I ran this marathon
with the intention of
completion in triumph.

I realised in midway
that was only
an aspirational goal.
I had no choice but
downgraded it to
successful completion
with torlerable suffering
of sprains and strains.

I was a wilted desert lily
so detrimentally dehydrated
yet was afraid of hyponatremia.

My greatest concern though
is the likelihood of
revitalisation after
a cardia arrest.

Touch-me-not

I love mimosa pudica for her sensitivity
which often mistaken for shyness

she is truly the sleeping beauty
undisturbed in the depth of the night
stretching open to the first morning ray

her distinctive memory of my touch
earned my loyalty to watch her intently
makes her a seductress
has me wrapped around her little finger
playing touch-me-not

A 365 day dream

I had two dreams
never thought they would come true
for I did not know one led to another

I had lived in a slumber for so long
never knew I held the key to these dreams
so I was stuck on the detour to nowhere

I was dying of exhaustion
desperately seeking a spring
to continue on the winding road

at the beginning of the 365 day journey
everyday life aroused no emotions in me
all I could manage was
to do the only thing that would
bring me relief to this numbness
I poured out my daydreams on paper

I am halfway to the end of the 365 day journey
the tingling in my brain
the restless finger tapping
the nourishment from the spring
living my dreams day and night

at the end of the 365 day milestone
skipping down the dream pathway
the key around my neck
to the sunlit conscious tomorrows

One of those things

Is there truly a God?
I don’t see Him.

There is truly wind
as I know how it feels on my skin.

Is there indeed true love?
I cannot see the future.

There surely is happiness
as my heart sings when I see you.

Fall

I
will fall
in your arms
catching orange tangerine marmalade
in autumn ambience
ravished by
you

 

Tailored

artistic flair
feature displays
current trends
seasonal colour spectrums
stylish mix and match
full of possibilities through
the polished glass
to fit her different personas

while she walks the downtown streets
heads turning for her splendid innermost beauty shining through
the natural coloured classic-cut
other styles are just distractions
to the pedestrians who are
so eagerly lost in the crowd