The city is dressed in rain this morning
Cars snail along in rush hour
Muted colour umbrellas move in steady waves glistening in the wet light
His eyes sparkle watching her snow-white beret twinkles in the grey crowd
brighter than any moving composition
He ploughs through the mass
greets her with a kiss of the morning dew
Tag: love
Ripple
My life flows like peaceful water
You come like ripples on a quiet lake
Leaving a mark of joy
Silence is a song that feels like poetry
The unimaginable beauty
All because of you
Sepia Love
I waited for you to rise
to tap a poem
while coffee was feeding your word frenzy
We didn’t make it to a thousand day fairy tale
I only made as far as my sanity allowed
The seas and mountains between us
humbled me
They were truly unshakable
On My Mind
I long to be far away with my thoughts on a long stretched highway between tall pines breaking apart into yellow and ultramarine blue in my mind’s eye. I appreciate beauty in its primary form. I don’t ever feel that I fall short of my own shadow when light is all there is to tell a different story.
I didn’t want to let go of my father’s old Ford Thunderbird, because I still get excited about each time my long scarf flies through the sunroof, the accidental freedom, the sensation of unexpected wonder, and the unbidden joy.
I’d like to hold on to these long drives all the way to the top of the lookout, where your name always echoes deep in the Blue Mountains. The pine needles snow down in yellow and ultramarine blue flakes. When they land on the bottom of the mountain range, sometimes they pool into tranquil green, and sometimes sorrowful hazel.
Love Comes in Spring
Spring rain
softly
land on
hope
that
my love
will grow
new vines
to circle
your heart
shielding you
from blizzard
wrapping you
with tenderness
only lovers
know
Love As A Failed Art
Six Sentence Story word prompt – Canvas
I am an amateur artist finger painting on the canvas of our pure love.
Frantically smear every excitement all over a seemingly life long foundation, I am over charged with passion.
Halfway, I realise that there are patches heavily loaded with enthusiasm.
The balance is destroyed.
Giving my best effort to salvage it, I only manage to make it dark and dull.
Now the beauty is ruined, and I quit trying.
Clipped Wings
When I heard you singing to me
I thought I could fly to be with you
I have done it so many times in my youth
I have done so again in all my dreams
Reality came to me when the border closed
and then I became the outcast
I realised I would never be with you
with a pair of clipped wings
情书 (Love Letter)
我把未寄的情书
埋到雪野
越冷
爱越深
I buried
the unsent love letters
into the snow
the colder
the deeper the love
When The East Meets The West
The Living Poetry prompt – Epigraph
“Softly I am leaving,
Just as softly as I came;
I softly wave goodbye
To the clouds in the western sky.”
You didn’t see my quiet tears
blurred by my bright smile
Perfect love I left you with
broken dreams I took with me
I fold your smile into my silken sheets
kept under lock and key
I sleep naked on a bare bed
to fend off the ghost of our past
You come into my dreams
drenching me in your torrential rain of passion
I am defendness in the darkness of my subconscious
Precipitously you are leaving
Just as precipitously as you came
You precipitouly retrieve
from the flood of the eastern sea
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
Flicker of Thoughts 