The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
You made evey floral print dress
Look beautiful
Remember my wardrobe was filled
With black, white, cream and grey
You gifted me
Floral print scarves
Van Gogh’s sunflowers
And almond blossoms
Now I wear floral print dresses
In memory of you
And our friendship
The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
Long shut into your rest
Tag: friendship
Mermaid Dreams
This is a collaboration with Michele Lee inspired by our shared love for the nature and friendship. I adore Michele’s work and recently read her novela Her Costal Cottage. If you haven’t already read Michele’s work, pay a visit to her blog My Inspired Life, I hope you’ll enjoy as much as I have been.
A playground first encounter
two shy girls found each other
A friendship bonded by quiet giggles and thousand smiles
Best Friends Forever sealed with a pinky swear
while painted toes pressed into the pearly sand
Promises made when forever was cloaked by the misty gray fog, carrying the secrets of unknown tomorrows
falling gently on their straw hats and small hands busy adding broken shells to their sandcastle kingdom
where two mermaids could live
when they weren’t underwater exploring
The crystal blue above and the deep turquoise below
blending, swallowing shadows and fragile castles
as two little girls left the beach,
side by side skipping, singing, and hand-holding
half buried, a red bucket and spade forgotten
We Are Back at Where We Were
Memory of you running in full force all the way to the end of the jetty, leaped in the air holding your knees, gravity sank you in the reflection of the cloudless sky, stayed with me.
You packed up and left for the concrete jungle city life. Many nights, I listened to your voicemail messages, with deafening clubbing music, slurry speech, and lots ‘I love you, Silly’.
You missed my wedding, my 30th birthday party, my brother’s funeral and my divorce party. I didn’t know how to stay friends with you. You’d never there for me like you used to when you were here.
Every time I sat here, I looked at the jetty, remembering all the laughter,all the time we spent together, wondering what had gone wrong.
Now I am sitting here, with you by my side. I still haven’t had an answer. In my frail voice, I ask, “Why did you leave me and never came back all these years till now?” You wrap me tighter in the shaw and hold me closer, “Because I love you, Silly.” I still don’t quite understand, but I am glad you are back here with me in my last days. My heart is full again.
Understanding
Under different skies
rain threads them together
In different storylines
Characters sing to their minds
Writers write
Dreamers dream
Lovers love
They have found shelter
by knowing that
they exist
Friendship
We switched off
left the city chaos
drove miles
to share the hope
of a sunrise
We needed a group hug
and the comforting arms
of a rising sun
Friend in Need
This is a collaboration with J.
Let me crawl in your blue sweater
Curl up in your grey couch
Fill this empty air with a fragrant coffee
And the simple sound of your acoustic guitar
Sit with me in my sadness
and love me as I am
I love you as you are
with cloudy eyes of pain
Harmonise your breathing
with a song
Humming in nothingness
We’ll wander without aim
My shoulder
where your soul’s laid bare
Your heart
tended with care
Poetic Kisses
on my birthday
you blew kisses
across the neon sky
they fell like poetry
into my hands
I slipped them
in my jeans pocket
keeping them
for comfort
on sad days
It’s Not Meant to Be
We don’t need much encouragement to ignite a thousand fireflies.
Talking about the weather is our way to keep the ambience lukewarm.
People talk about chemistry or destiny.
Though we both know that it’s the knowing which only dreamers know; the touching which only lovers fathom.
We don’t need much encouragement to spread a wild fire.
Being silent is what we can master to mask the need.
People talk about soul mates or twin flames.
For us, it’s just two people happily know each other but never feel the need to meet.
We don’t need much encouragement to burn up heaven.
Leaving without saying goodbye is the only way that we survive from each other.
People talk about love and affair.
We know too well that we choose neither.
So it’s just like we said it would be, forever perfectly perfect.
Before Sunrise
I watch these two
before Sunrise
Knowing my father
values my son’s company
more than the glorious sun
He is an old man
seen many sunrises
My son
for the first time
experiences the magnificence
of a new day
with his favourite person
I love watching sunrise
But my eyes
cannot move pass
the love between them
They are worth
missing the sunrise for
Imaginery Dialogue
She said
I fear I’m destined to be my own anchor from now on
I said
You’ll have to have pointed legs
She laughed
Well, I’m a ballerina afterall
I cheered
I know you have it in you
Flicker of Thoughts 