情书 (Love Letter)

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

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

Greensleeves (Piano)

#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