窗外已经雨过天晴
但为什么我的心
还那么灰灰的
以往的音乐
不断徘徊
绕脑海
而你
已不在
春去秋来
日子轮回着
我心日增无奈
泪眼朦胧盼三年
窗外鸟声安静无痕
Free Will
I look at lack
I look at abundance
My eyes fixate on lack
My heart ignores abundance
Lack brings its minions
My life is filled with dread
I am roaming amidst the crowd
with tall walls built around me
brick by brick from birth
I am invisible, miserable and unlovable
Living hell is the feeling of isolation
when surrounded by people
I pray to an unseen God
and wonder why He never responds
I guess
I chose not to see His existence
by my own free will
Or
I am testing Him to see
if He is who He says He is
Will He pursuit a lost sheep relentlessly
Will He kick down the walls to save me
Wishful Thinking
Living Poetry word prompts – Add, Kind, Maple
I wish life was
as kind as
bland breakfast cereal
A spoonful of maple syrup
will add sweet taste
and a big smile
Good Morning
The city is dressed in rain this morning
Cars snail along in rush hour
Muted colour umbrellas move in steady waves glistening in the wet light
His eyes sparkle watching her snow-white beret twinkles in the grey crowd
brighter than any moving composition
He ploughs through the mass
greets her with a kiss of the morning dew
Goodbye
This is written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt – Confetti
We were so young.
It’s not our fault that
we didn’t have time
to rehearse life.
We didn’t understand that
stubborn promises were just a preface.
We loved so hard.
We were so inexplicable,
so endearing,
so annoying,
consumed by seven emotions
and six desires.
It was cold that day,
tears turned into ice,
snowflakes falling down
like confetti,
red-eyed, red-faced.
Ripple
My life flows like peaceful water
You come like ripples on a quiet lake
Leaving a mark of joy
Silence is a song that feels like poetry
The unimaginable beauty
All because of you
Tree and Paper
If only
you can see the future
You won’t get hung up
on wrapping your arms
around the memory
of your thriving youth
The old self you shed
pushing outward
to form calluses
telling the world
that you are wiser
by counting the rings
of your wrinkles
You never see the future
of your exhausted face
made into sheets of canvas
for beauty to take forms
pleasing to our eyes
and souls
Coming Soon
My submission of ‘The Great Escape’ has been accepted for publication in the upcoming anthology ‘Wounds I Healed’.
I thank Gabriela Marie Milton (Short Prose) and Ingrid Wilson (Experiments in Fiction) who have given me the opportunity to share my work. I am eternally grateful.
Sepia Love
I waited for you to rise
to tap a poem
while coffee was feeding your word frenzy
We didn’t make it to a thousand day fairy tale
I only made as far as my sanity allowed
The seas and mountains between us
humbled me
They were truly unshakable
Doll
Living Poetry May visual prompt
She is that girl
confined in the mold
they carved out for her
Every bit of her is labelled
categorised and put aside
for the common view of this world
All is in order
But all is out of place
in the creator’s eye
She can’t survive
She can’t shine
She is miserable in nature’s sight
Flicker of Thoughts 