Predestination

This is written based on Living Poetry word prompt – Race, machine, epigraph

The human race are not machines.
Grease and grime don’t feed us.
Electricity or coal don’t power us.
Carriage or container don’t move us.
We are flesh and blood bear sins.
There was epigraph written long before our birth.
We are of love, power and sound minds.

Pure Heat

Living Poetry prompt – Summer


Your perfume hits me
before the summer heat

You walk through the door
while peeling off a work day

Your tan skin busies my eyes
through the shower screen

I race toward you
just in time

Before the cooling water cascades down your toned frame
I bury myself in you
unleashing a full day’s longing

The Boat People

Living Poetry word prompt writing


“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride.
I love you because I know no other way than this.
So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand.”

You recite Neruda to your dying husband
in the storm this boat cannot withstand
We may not enter the safe haven after all
My last sight of this calamity is love on display
I thank you fellow refugees
When I close my eyes,
I know the goodness of God

Farewell My Lover

This is written based on Living Poetry’s Music prompt: Concierto de Aranjuez: II. Adagio


The tangerine sun sets on our last night together
The breeze is humid
an excuse to our moistened eyes
Your skin still burns on mine
My hair is still soaked in the summer heat

Tonight the song is sorrowful
Tomorrow you’ll saddle for a foreign land
leaving my wanting heart behind
How much slower a second can be
split in half, even a quarter

The moon shows her sad face
glistened with tears blotting the sky
My soul wilts
Latching on your strength
till the morning glow bathes our sin clean

The last sight of you
Combing the mane before your journey
My hair become fragrant and sleek
Dust and cracked soil takes you away
Our love is tainted all over again

Tree and Paper

Living Poetry prompt – Tree

If only
you can see the future
You won’t get hung up
on wrapping your arms
around the memory
of your thriving youth

The old self you shed
pushing outward
to form calluses
telling the world
that you are wiser
by counting the rings
of your wrinkles

You never see the future
of your exhausted face
made into sheets of canvas
for beauty to take forms
pleasing to our eyes
and souls

Community

A Six Sentence Story word prompt – Tree, hosted by Girlie on the Edge

That was a tough financial decision to make about purchasing this old house to convert the front of the house and the court yard into a cafe for all to come and enjoy time together as a community.

It all started from a group of poets and short story writers and enthusiasts wanting a place to meet and share their passion.

We built slowly with just a few small tables and chairs under the giant banyan tree in the middle of the court yard, then a hand craft wooden work bench installed, came the commercial coffee machine acquired in an liquidation auction along with bits and pieces cafe equipment.

My love is the barista on the coffee machine making aromatic beverage with artistic touch, and our patrons write their own orders, pay in the wooden chest, put away used coffeeware in the dishwasher, while I fill in the gap of whatever needs doing.

Surely but slowly, our little cafe is becoming the gathering place for local and international poets and writers to cultivate the art of words, with three prominent groups: the Brother’s Campfire led by Benjamin; the Living Poetry hosted by Batholomew; and the Six Sentence Story managed by Denise, who so fondly named our cafe “The 6 Sentence Cafe”.

Now our home, also our place of work, is filled with like-minded people where the beauty of creativity is brewing with the coffee beans, rain or shine, in this little cosy corner of the old town.

Diminuendo

This is written based on Living Poetry’s music prompt Claire de Lune

I stand
Under the red silk cotton tree
replay the journey of our life
in specks of blossom
hung high
in the azure sky

The rush of new love passion
The heartbreak sharp pain
The resigned regrets
The hope filled spring time

There is no word
that encompassing
all this fullness
of life

Let the music
play on
in ebb and flow
relive every moment
of our past
till the sky
turns grey
and my heart
sinks again
into moonlight

The Last Control

Living Poetry visual prompt


Grief hit me
like a gust of wind
on a clear day
I couldn’t see it coming
stumbled to survive
another blow

I knew it was you
full of energy
charged with rage

Was that to laugh
at my boring
and simple life
or to stir me to anger

You don’t get to
dictate my emotions
anymore
We were done
when you sinked yourself
in the lake
just to have the last say