Once existed

Would you remember
I once was the wren
sang by your window sill
to cheer you up
in those depressive
teenager years

Would you remember
I once was the misty rain
so effortlessly blanketed your face
in your early morning strolls

Would you remember
I once was your go-to place
took in all your sadness and insecurity
in your alone nights

Would you remember
woukd you remember
I once existed
in your life
as sweet as the incense fragrance
as brief as the brushing wind
as faithful as the knight

Would you remember

Poets

They are bloggers
tapping their life on two screens
from the initial collision
progressing to sleep deprived nights
filled with wonders and laughter

The courtship
fueled them with creativity
Great art works
splashed on a starlight canvas
with primal hues and mystic tones
sprayed with rusted shades
perfected with mastery final tints

When the exhausion set in
they lamented in clarinet and cello duet
until the sun came up on a new day
to conclude the burial

Greif lingered like autumn rain
until the sun peeked out to
strike a rainbow over the sky
sending out a sumliminal message of hope

Their love affair made them
painters and musicians
but foremost Poets

Clouds

I am one of those people
who spends hours on cloud watching
as if heaven is the storyteller
with dramatic illustration to its
enchanted audience

Aladdin sits on the flying carpet
cascading down the marble stairwells

The clown holds up coloured cotton candies
to the ferris wheel

Jelly fish swim towards
the horizon at sun set

Hot air balloons cruise above
the evening African safari

kites lost in the crushed dandelions

I am lost in a coma of visual fatigue

Shades of spring

Today is the first day of spring
The dry azure sky opens up
for the coming days
Shades of green set off multitude of
red, orange, yellow, violet, magenta and rose
a palette any artist is eager to ply

Where I grew up
it had a different shade of spring

A sprawling port city in a river delta
is warm and humid all year round
with no clear division of seasons
The subtropical mist brought on endless rain
It made its way through the four walls
It smelt mould
It warned me of fatigue
It made a rain loving poet
struggle to create

Father’s Day 2019

My father loves me
He forgives my every
disrespect, dishonest, disinterest
Just like when I was little
how he overlooked my every
mischief, mistake, misgiving

My father loves me
So I learned from him
my Heavenly Father is also
loving, forgiving
It left me no doubt
to follow His teaching

My father loves me
My father guided me to Him
And He guides me to
the straight and narrow path

I love you father
May you find Him
reaping what you have sowed

Magnolia

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praise the magnolias
yearning to the marble sky
arms stretching for spring

A tragic mind

she sits on the rope day bed
he weaved for her
cinnamon coffee swirls its way
into her fond memory of him

he used to massage her feet
while she was tapping away
to create sad stories from
her tragic mind

day after day
she could not believe
his unwavering love
he was like the floor lamp
giving out a glow to
clothe her in comfort and love

she always kept that
little distance and space
where he was blinded by confusion
he did feel like he was
just part of the furniture
fit for a purpose but
underserving of her love

now she is sitting alone and
writing a tragic poem on
what it should have been
a happy ever after
reality

Laurel hedge labyrinth

luscious green panes lead
to the heart of surrender
it hears all the secrets
like a priest listens to confession

follow the Laurel screens
to the labyrinth’s core
lay down all burdens, shame and guilt
like an arctic fox
senses the coming of spring
to shed its fur

the chance of retracing the steps
with renewed hope
a new beginning
a new spirit
a new life

Bent crown

mirror mirror on the wall
the bent crown on a fraudulent queen
mirror knows no lies
‘My Queen, you are the fairest in the land.’
poisoned blood reflects void from the sparkling crown jewels

rainbow trapped in the heiress’ slumber
waiting for the sympathy rain to flood the forest
when the dove brings in the royal crown
seven complexions radiating through the glass coffin

mirror mirror on the wall
the bent crown on the rightful Queen
mirror knows no lies
‘My Queen, you are the brightest in the land
surpassing diamonds, pearls, sapphires, emeralds and rubies’