My brain is tired
like an empty fuel tank,
can’t get the day started.
Bird songs sound chaotic,
reminding me of city traffic.
Coffee has lost its magic,
even being drip-fed.
Give me
a napping kitten in the warm sun,
a patch of rain-soaked grass,
eyes full of sunflowers,
and your smile that I remember
before I had to do life alone.
Tag: grief and loss
清明
春天
我踩着绒雨
向山里走去
脚下的黄泥
混着树的翠绿
沉淀着天的灰蓝
故人的墓地
栖息在满地的黄菜花
我舍不得扒开
这么娇美的装饰
就如你出嫁时的抚媚
你洞房的红烛还在弦乐舞蹈
我按住竹篮里的沉檀香和衣纸
害怕美好的回忆被打扰
更怕我的眼泪勾出安息的你
In spring,
I walked on the velvety rain and headed for the mountains.
The yellow mud under my feet mixed with the green of the trees and the gray-blue of the sky.
The grave of an old friend was covered with yellow flowers.
I couldn’t bear to tear them apart.
Such a beautiful decoration reminded me of your wedding day.
The red candles in your bridal chamber were still dancing with string music.
I pressed the sandalwood incense in the bamboo basket.
I was afraid that the beautiful memories would be disturbed.
I was even more afraid that my tears would evoke you who was resting in peace.
Simple But Impossible
In my dream
We grow old together
You bring me a cup of tea with trembling hands
I ask you to go for a walk with me
And you still say no
The Invisible Thread
Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Thread
Her loved ones and her psychiatrist kept telling her that she lost her baby boy at birth, to be precised, it was a still born.
But she noticed this invisible thread connecting her and her boy like an umbilical cord.
She had heard him cry, coo and breath all time of the day, all days of the week, and all weeks of the year, then it all stopped.
The sense of loss was unbearable for her. Drowning herself with tears and vodka, she had numbed herself to sleep each night for almost three years.
On the twenty-ninth of February, by the Grace of God or by a miracle, she heard her boy again crying, breathing, but this time she also heard him giggling.
Love You Till The End
I loved you when I was unsure if you would love me back.
I loved you when my heart broke into pieces because you weren’t sure if you loved me back.
I loved you on our wedding day when you asked me not to settle for the second best.
I loved you when you couldn’t love yourself.
I loved you when you shut yourself from me.
I loved you when you accused me of saying those hurtful words which I didn’t say.
I loved you till I stopped loving myself.
I couldn’t love you when I lost myself.
I loved you when you set me free.
I loved you when you became an old friend, and you finally loved me too.
I loved you till the day you died.
You are the greatest tragedy of my life, and I love you still.
#songshare – Autumn Leaves
Autumn Leaves
The falling leaves
Drift by my window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I’ll hear
Old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I’ll hear
Old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Yes, I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
I Lost You
I lost you
You broke my heart once
and made it whole again
You didn’t love me enough
to make it last a lifetime
But you loved me enough
to release me
Through all that
we loved each other the same
I lost you
I won’t look back to find you
Keep sleeping my love
I’ll see you again one day
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
Danger Response
when love pushed us under water
my fight-or-flight kicked in
I broke off your hand and fled
watching you drown
living doesn’t feel alive
right now
It Is Real
People used to say
grief made them
wash their face
with tears
I thought
that was
exaggerating
Now
I know
it is real
For the same reason
I stop wearing
mascaras
or
eyeshadows
Instead
I keep
my sunglasses on
at all times
