你的拥抱
暖如
冬天的阳光
心里的灰
变成
大海里的蓝
悠然地
扩展到地平线
与海鸥戏耍
至日落
Calm waves
rolling in and out
in rhythmic heartbeats
A lone dragonfly
hovers over
in tango steps
I am
floating on
the healing ocean
stretch my back
looking at
the silkworm woven sky
My skin
turns into a prune
resign from the soak
Up I go
to chase the noon sun
on wet sand
Dead seedweeds under my feet
cut deep into my skin
They blanket the sand like the carcasses
in the scorching Sahara
Pain is not the sensation
nor hot
The ambiguity put me in a head spin
Tumbling thoughts fall on the summer dry land
Writer’s note – sometimes I write outliner things under the creative license.
The winter crisp air and the drew dampen ground create a sharp contrast which allures him to take a walk in the countryside fields where sunflowers used to invigorate him with life.
He drops the paint brush, pick up his coat and rush to the door with certain excitement. He is hit by the cold air once he gets to the court yard. He picks up his speed and starts jogging. His nostrils flare to breathe in more air. He takes of his winter thick socks and shoves them in his coat pockets. Now he feels the moisten grass with his bare feet. He picks up speed again running towards the fields.
When he reaches the filed, he throws himself on a bed of harvested sunflower stalks with arms and legs fully stretching out. Now he has the full view of the star filled indigo sky hugging the voluptuous full moon. He laughs and howls in the open field, feeling the freedom and elation.
He unzips his coat to regulate the elevated body temperature and unbuttons his jeans to give more room to his erection. Visually, he is showered by the stardust under the Milky Way. They make his skin tingling and form goosebumps allover. He holds his now throbbing penis and stroking it to the rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s a sensation that he has never experienced before. The polar opposite of the deep of the night chilliness and the warmness in his hand collides into an euphoric serenity. The stickiness in his hand and the wet grass tickling his feet settle in the dead silence around him.
He slowly looks around, the grass which was a uniformed blur now is 3D and showing hues like Van Gogh’s ‘Patch of Grass’. His body temperature starts to drop. Frosty air masks his face, then his abdomen which causes him to shiver. The feeling of the urge to urinate hurries him up and starts to jog home where the unfinished painting is waiting for his final touch, or a start-over.
The land kisses the ocean
Pebbles turn into rocks
Spring green penetrates light blue
into a vast turquoise break
driven further to the deep blue
The winter morning frost
clear the runway for you
to parade on the bare branches
Magnolia!
You set the trend
by opening the Spring show
Wet with the nippy April rain
Wade through the forest of blue gums
Nature’s offer feeding the rowdy musk lorikeets
Bubbly green, blue, yellow and red feathers
Cheering me on this journey of avoidance
Escape from being buried in the world ‘s clutter
Deep moss and towering gums
My shelter and refuge
The happy sun, the story telling clouds, the birth pain pink sky were inspiring.
Landscapes pulled me over with their outstretched arms along the highway. I read my book by the cows and sheep sharing their green pasture; I drank by the brooke with rainbow lorikeets; I hid from the storm under sugarcane plantation; I yarned with the locals at the grocery store.
The smell of the artificial ocean air refresher, dark roast coffee, MacDonald’s Happy Meal in the car brought me back to reality.
A road trip made my mind escape into the world outside the car window, some real, some imaginery, the rest was just an uninspired poet trying to make the most of a recent event.
These are the traces
of our immature effort
before breaking free
into a new world
Flicker of Thoughts 