Today I receive
an apology
from her
for not being able
to put herself together
after many falls
I don’t understand
why does she even apologise
for things
are no fault of her own
She insists
that wasting my time
is an offence
even there seems to
be valid reasons
I can’t help
but think
she is an inspiration
for the fact that
she takes responsibility
respects my time
and still hopes
to put herself
back together
again
and again
and again
Category: Poetry and Prose
Diminuendo
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
A Sole Parent
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)
Closure
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
Autumn Story
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
Love Comes in Spring
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
Adultery
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 Poets
Some people romanticise poets
We just need to clear
the congestion of thoughts
with words
Rocks
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
Garden of Eden
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
Flicker of Thoughts 