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that was therapeutical
An effortless collaboration with Ben, do check out his amazing poetry on Instagram Remedy Poems
My words are falling
over your collarbone
like loose strands
dipped in charcoal
bleeding through skin
The things you craved
but now regret
Home is a memory
distant and frostbitten
Abandoned
by turquoise hands
A poem written by 10 years old Ben L. for the children in Ronald McDonald House, Sydney, Australia.
Love is like rain
It falls onto the grass
Going pitter patter
Making it grow
Like God’s love for you
Have courage
Be brave
God is with you
to achieve all good things
Have no fear
God is here
Fight for us!
How? I am powerless.
Love is the most powerful thing. Isn’t it?
I love you. Isn’t it enough?
You love me is only 50% of power.
What?
You love you is the other 50%.
I have recently written this piece with Ben, whom I share similar way in writing poetry, from the concept beginning lines to the last word fine tune. Do check out his blog Benjamin Grossman
I savour your words on my tongue daily
Reading aloud your thoughts and feelings
As if sampling a handcrafted recipe
Words, by their prowess, bring life or death
From yours, I only taste an antidote
Each sentence a mouthful of succulent nourishment
Leafy greens of personification and aromatic spices of diction
Lines of sugar poured over smoldering pages
The flavor of an elite story
Always I crave your expression
Every fibre yearning for your art
Never stop writing
Your every scribble satiates my soul
A translation of Jun’s poem “未参尽的缘”
She is my past, present and future.
She is the incomprehensible fate of my life and death.
She is my beloved book, read and reread.
She is my root, let love grow deep into the ground.
She is my play pet in virtual world, my queen in reality.
Eventually,
I will turn to dust,
disappearing into the sea of her eyes,
grain by grain,
never give up existing.
未参尽的缘
她是我的曾经 今世与将来
她是我生与死未參尽的缘
她是我的一本书，掩卷后可再阅
她是我的根，让爱扎进大地
她是我虚拟世界的玩宠又是现实的女神
我终将变成尘埃，
一粒一粒迷进她的眼海，
终将不放松地存在
The Living Poetry Prompt – Lament
My fingers tapping lines into your anxious heart.
They send music notes for the wren to sing by your front porch.
Little birdy what story are you trying to tell me?
You are slightly amused by its uninvited company.
If the wren could ever speak a human dialect,
it would surely whisper on your shoulder,
A lover’s lament across the great dividing oceans.
To dye or not to dye my grey hair
that is the question
Should I pretend it is just
a dandelion landing on my hair
a snowflakes resting before melting
a whisper haunting me about youth no more
To care or not to care about my appearance
that is the question
Should I proudly parade
my crown of glory
a godly life inclined
but a constant battle
to shut off
the angel of light
To be or not to be myself
that is the question
Should I not be satisfied with
ageing gracefully
over the need to be the queen bee
To dye or not to dye my grey hair
that is the question
which has nothing to do with beauty
It has everything to do with
where my identity lies
The world became a strange place
almost over night for all of us
to some
job loss,
couldn’t pay bills,
couldn’t pay rent,
hiring freeze,
maxed out credit cards,
maxed out personal favours,
in that order
sleepless nights
worries
anxious thoughts
self hatred
in a circle
chasing each other’s tail
We drove to an apple orchard
for a day trip
picking apples from a tree
before gravity got the better of them
we felt somewhat heroic
saving the apples
from being bruised and battered
We snapped a few photos
wearing big smiles
with buckets of harvest
in the sunlit red and green orchard
a message you sent home
for their peace of mind
Somehow I knew
a day trip was no more
than an act of bravery
for the sole purpose of
changing scenery
this evening onward
for you
sleepless nights
worries
anxious thoughts
self hatred
in a circle
chasing each other’s tail
Photo by Cassa Bassa at Bilpin, NSW, Australia
This is what I submitted to Benjamin’s Brother Campfire singing challenge in Puking Peasant Inn
The sun is bright, shines on your butt
Every night you drink to dawn
Puking out on the bench
You look almost like a Gremlin
Puking Peasant Inn isn’t your home
Pack your bag and go out
The sun is bright, shines on your face
Welcome a new day soberly
The sun is bright, shines on your face
Every morning you feel alive
Out in the fields flies dandelion
Your heart is happy to be free
Never waste your time on the grog
Ladies don’t like drunkards
Your beautiful bride waits for you
Bless your returning heart forever
Original music Edelweiss composed by Richard Rodgers. In the sound file, instrumental music by The O’Neill Brothers Group on Spotify.
Flicker of Thoughts 