Category: Poetry and Prose

A Woman with Few Words

There are riches within me
that may not surface in words
Words I utter often in solo, acoustic or quietened sound
Sound is such a gravitating instrument
An instrument appeal to particular ears

There are many dialogues in my head
I swim in my own head and thoughts
never feel the need to voice them
They are neither crazy nor important natured
I enjoy organising them internally in the space between my ears

When I do get to say them aloud
they are simple and in plain languages
that I am sure the audience cannot mistake their meanings or weight
If I use the minimum amount of words in the most simple form
then there is little misunderstanding
and little chance to be twisted

If I say
‘I love you’
and it means simply that in the most weighty way

The Middle Finger to The Seven Virtues

The Living Poetry prompt – Virtuous


Temperance rivals with yolo
Charity veils sinister corruption
Chastity cops technicality in the arse
Diligence finds no place in fast money
Humility runs a mile from self promotion
Patience means Amazon vs of Amazon Prime
Kindness shies away from publicised name and shame

Unread Emails

4631 unread email
How?!?

well
that’s easy
I carelessly ticked the agreement box
and then came the flood of subscription emails
not only did the subscribed content appear
but also their family and remote relatives

I felt overwhelmed
then procrastinating
then denial
then avoidance
then anxiety
then guilt

eventually
the elimination of the email inbox
and that’s how I lost your emails
I am sorry
hehe…

Desert Succulents

she is scooped up by the abrasive desert wind
the forced settlement cannot break her spirit
in her arid bed sleeps her shallow roots

she is thirsty for life
the desert rain is often light and brief
too sudden and too short lived for most
for her,
she thrives in conditions others wither

she despises mediocre
the desert sun is scorching and wearing
long suffering brings out her vibrancy
nature trials her with extreme heat and cold
she births uplifting pigments to protect her fragile pose

she is beaten by the violent sandstorm
leaf scorched, foliage torn, uprooted
it seems that she has nothing left to fight
until she senses the coming of fog
and tastes the sweetness of dew

Rebuilt Hearts

Love manifests in a force of connection
The burning of passion gives off a campfire comfort
It is peace I adore in the deep forest of life
The evergreen thrives in a dim rustic old farmhouse
where we build our light filled home with callus hands

My Choice

I choose good memories over trauma
I choose forgiveness over bitterness
I choose hope over despair
Because time is with limit
I rather choose wisely

Wholeness

She walked through life with broken pieces scattering about
Ernest effort spent on picking up and gluing them like mosaic art
She looked at her completed work
Imperfection was such a sad beauty
brought about heart wrenching sobs

There was a skilled restorer
living through the same heartache
unable to repair his own brokenness
sending out vibration like telepathic codes
searching for his perfection which
he found in a pile of her best effort art pieces

When their souls mirrored one another
and collided at a crashing speed
They felt whole at once in each other’s embrace

Togetherness

I had been alone for so long
that I lost the sense of togetherness.
I had been introspective deep within
that I forgot simplicity is wisdom.
I sat in quietness to watch the ocean instead of allowing myself to immerse in its tranquility.
I had removed myself from any close relationship so nobody could notice my absence.

But
it only took a smile,
an encouraging voice,
a positive vibe
and
a loving heart
for me
to dip in the sunlit turquoise warmth
to regain togetherness
in an inate harmony
as the shore welcoming the waves.

Cuckoo Clock

When life was so overwhelmed
she lost the sense of time

Then
she heard his voice whispering “I love you”
That restored her sense of reality

Those ‘I love you’s filled her
with mechanical rhythm
day and night
That led her to lose her sense of self

She wondered
why wasn’t ‘I love you’ enough
In her struggling psyche
she failed to notice
what he really was