Vigil

I shut the door
from condolences 
and keep the night 
between us

Intimate air is
what I long to share
with you
at your last stop 
to paradise 

You are all washed 
and cleaned
I slip on 
your favourite kimono
the one embroidered 
with superb starlings
and stain my lips
in cherry red

It is so peaceful
and quiet
I hear every crackle
of the fire
and the candle cries
all my tears 
to give you light

My last love note 
to you
is written in Shuji 
on royal blue Ryoshi
and is sealed
with a cherry kiss

My love
I send you
ahead of me
on your way
to our sweet home

This transient place
this moment
we share tonight
will be surrendered 
to God in the morning

My name will be erased 
from your heart
and yours will be hung
with the blue silk tie 
around my neck

Writer’s notes: This piece of writing is inspired by a ghost story I read in a Japanese literature, source unknown.

Come Back

I want to
give in
to wine

But 
wine is only
the vessel 
that takes me
to you

All the good times
we had
long faded
onto the ground
like snowflakes

But 
wine
when its full body
swells in my mouth
you came alive
in me
again

Co-parenting

We pray for our children 
And God sends rain to
Wash away the filth from our lips
Soften our stony heart
Give us a spring 
to feed goodness to our little ones

Loving our children is primal 
Loving them right is a miracle 

We pray for ourselves 
Be kind
Be loving
But most of all
Be grateful 
For we don't raise our children alone
God has a plan for us and our littl ones

Children are gifts from God
And we are blessed to have them



Words

Writing with others are both inspiring and fun. I hope you enjoy this collaboration between me and Bree. Reading Bree’s work is like walking into her garden in every season.  Secret Thoughts Within

An exhausted heart,
asking no more for rain
A shameful shadow
deserving no reprieve from disdain

A drip,
running down from the heavens to my soul
A refreshment,
replenishing the drought within me

A book,
doing just that to rescue me
A story,
unfolding before my eyes
making my heart sing again

Purple Rain


you weave through the silver curtain
in violet and fuchsia silk
the infant romance, so sweet
held in our treasuring hands
when the petals peeling off
our hearts crying purple rain

Neighbour

My boyfriend's neighbour
had a thing for him
He was often called over
to play handyman
As a reward
he got to take home 
delicious food
and a case of beer

My boyfriend is 
a simple minded 
and single minded man
I love him for that

One evening
I went to stay 
at his place
on foot 
instead of driving

We heard two knocks 
He opened the door
I hid  
underneath the sheet
The neighbour asked
if she could use his shower
because hers was broken
He was being a kind soul
as usual
showed her semi naked neighbour
to the shower

We sat quietly
and was very amused
listening to her
singing in the shower
She had quite a sexy voice 
actually

Then she called out 
"Can you pass me my towel?
My eyes are wet with shampoo."
I passed her the towel
she grabbed my hand 
and pulled me to her
Both of us were very wet
indeed
I was laughing
and she was mortified


Over the Hedge

The Living Poetry picture prompt 

There is a food shortage
in our town
except the gated community

I've found a way 
to climb over the hedge
to help myself 
with some leftover party food
and pack some for later

On my way back down
I come face to face 
with a squirrel
nibbling on a pine cone

It looks at me
I look at it
Suddenly I feel really sad
because God looks after a squirrel
better than me

Combat Mode

we stick together
in this la-la land
writing beautiful poetry
while the world outside
is taken over by bots

together we are fighting
to keep creativity alive
breaking the one and zero binary
with the sword of alphabets 
held in a poet's hand

Friendship

This is another collaboration with Bree. Do check out her written and audio poetry, you will be sated:  Secret Thoughts Within 

I see you sitting here all alone 
wondering if your worries
will keep you up again tonight

I hate seeing you break
watching the light draining
from your sunken eyes

Let it wash away
you were never meant
to carry a burden so laden   

Tell me your troubles 
pour them out into my open heart
and together we’ll break the chains of despair