我把未寄的情书
埋到雪野
越冷
爱越深
I buried
the unsent love letters
into the snow
the colder
the deeper the love
Category: Poetry and Prose
影恋 (Shadow)
零时
醒来
影子
吓我
一跳
但是
寂寞
让我
与它
亲近
Midnight
Awake
Spooked
By my shadow
But
Loneliness
Makes me
Stay close
Valentine’s Evening
The Living Poetry Valentine’s Day prompt – Love
When love is lost, hate is an equal strong emotion to replace love, at least for a period of time in stages of the grieving process.
The willow is wilted by the west wind
A mouse is playing the piano off keys
Spider web covers the couch you once claimed
My vocal cord is rusted by regret
Two mockingbirds are serenading on the sycamore tree
If only I took your advice and bought the bb gun
Greensleeves
This poem made it to Lisa’s Anthology of Poetry Heart Beats and was published by Prolific Pulse Press in March 2021. I was honoured to be included in this anthology along with other very talented poets. Purchase link here
The ocean looks extra boisterous in the middle of a heatwave A sea of vibrant tents, umbrellas and cabanas scattering along the long stretch of beach line Children are screeching in the cascades of white foams Everything is intensifying the scorching sand beneath our feet I pray silently for a break of cool breeze The sound of Greensleeves is approaching like happy footsteps I pause instantly and join in with others swarming towards the ice cream van A new found joy springs up with the anticipation of cool relief The familiar melody reminds me of the forever happy place
#Quoteshare
“We can never forget that everything that Hitler did in Germany was ‘legal,’ and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did was ‘illegal.’
It was ‘illegal’ to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler’s Germany, but I am sure that if I lived in Germany during that time I would have comforted my Jewish brothers even though it was illegal…
we who engage in non-violent direct action are not creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive”.
– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Humiliation
She receives everyone’s pity
like holding out her hands
to collect the winter rain
Worthlessness saturates her being
sending chills to her bones
The Ocean Speaks in Waves
The ocean is a magician
She gravitates our attention
A little wave dance
bonds us in laughter
It melts away the invisible gap
two generations are standing on
The language of the deep blue
strings our hearts
into a single beat
Failed Attempt
The Living Poetry February visual prompt
I was so naiive
Rush to comfort you
Like a tiny Band-Aid
Assuming love mends all
Didn’t realise
I was pouring love
into a bottomless crack
Pas Ce Soir
Friday night
the city becomes alive
She touches up her red lips
just in time for the stranger’s arrival
The conversation between them are smooth
gliding over her Persian blue silk blouse
and his flattering compliment
His fingertips casually strike out thermal waves
with each intentional brush of her arm
It’s getting beyond cosy warm there
and his scent smells late night passion
He moves closer and whispers desire in her ear
Confronted by his tempting invitation
she pinches herself hard
leaving a mark on her inner thigh
where wild nights used to overstay
and never had the courtesy to pay her with respect
She remembers all that devastating aftermath
So she leans over and whispers to him
“Pas Ce Soir”
Restoration
I have been enjoying jigsaw puzzle again. This is one of the jigsaw puzzles I completed recently. From the experience, this poem was created.
It was beautifully whole
A sudden storm broke it into pieces
I could only make out the outline
While the foundation was crushed
Tracking the fragments by their edgy shapes
my unskilled hands perform no miracles
The only hope in restoration lies in time only
It is the time I invest in patiently
which bonds the shattered reality
and make it whole again
And now the beauty is in
both the holder and the beholder
Flicker of Thoughts 