The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

Yes, my friends,
it's been a long while,
and I've come back
from the fool's paradise.
I think this time
I'm going to stay here a bit longer
to craft some verses
more ethereal and profound
than the aroma of a marigold.
Nonetheless,
as soon as I pick up my pen,
I find it has lost its rosemary perfume
of the good old days.
Perhaps,
I need to immerse myself once more
in the intoxicating melodies
of classic songs
before drawing some inspiration
and turning it into lines of nectar.

[angliholic]

About to hit the road this morning,
on opening the door,
I was startled to perceive
that the refreshing season of flowers
has been gracing this small town for a while.
Why have I been insensitive
to the rejuvenescent power of spring?
Then I thought out loud,
"After these many years,
I'm no longer the sentimental shy boy
that I used to be in college."
Notwithstanding,
at the sight of the young green leaves
jigging in the breeze,
whereas my blooming days
were gone like the river of no return,
I couldn't hold back my tears.

[angliholic]

I can't remember
when the last time
I was looking forward to an April shower.
If you, perchance, wonder
whether it's mysterious and romantic no more
in my mind's eye,
then, my answer would be
what's the use of waiting for the April shower
if you're a May flower
that has forgot to bloom for a long long time.

[Danik 2016]

I loved "Season of Flowers". The implacable thing about aging is that not only the body gets old but their are these losses of sensibility and memory. But it´s good to be able to express these sensations of loss in a delicate poem.

[angliholic]

I loved "Season of Flowers". The implacable thing about aging is that not only the body gets old but their are these losses of sensibility and memory. But it´s good to be able to express these sensations of loss in a delicate poem.

Thanks, Danik, for the in depth comment.

[angliholic]

It's always in the wake of early springtime
when all azalea blossoms have fallen
and floated far far away
with the streamflow
that I'm nostalgic for the afterglow
on your face
which, once, was more alluring
than all those falling pink petals;
To put it another way,
they were no different
from the sunshine of my blissful memory.
Though azaleas are no longer scintillating,
yet I'll love you none the less,
love you till the end of this journey,
and love you till it's impossible
to count the number of wrinkles on your forehead.
It's not because
I prefer green leaves to flower buds
but because it's my turn
to make every second of your life worth living.

[angliholic]

Supposing when you call on me,
instead of fancy and romance
you bring only plenty of inconvenience
and, embarrass people around me.
Is it fitting, hence,
to compare you to an April shower?
If yes,
we'd better miss
than see each other.
Thus, I have no option
but to hide you in my imagination
so that we're able to live together
forever and ever
in a world of fantasy.

[angliholic]

At the sight of broken petals
scattering all over the wet ground,
mingling with lifeless discolored leaves
and some dried twigs,
I was extremely astonished this morning.
It must have been the heavy rain
together with the wind last night
that ravaged them relentlessly
and swept them onto the ground.
I could imagine
it was only yesterday
when those agreeable pink lasses
were dancing gracefully
with those handsome shiny green lads
in the intoxicating spring breezes.
Except feeling deep sorrow and remorse,
I could do nothing but keep going,
to making a living.

[angliholic]

Pretty Rea,
Has anyone ever told you
that you're such a gem~
this world would be a place of torment
without you.
Well, at least, mine would be.
You look graceful
but I've never seen you being disdainful.
Your winsome smile is more dazzling to me
than all the stars sparkling in the night sky.
Unquestionably,
whenever it looms in my mind's eye,
it sure fills me with enchantment.
Last but not the least,
if your beauty is an elegant poem,
it must be
unfathomable as graceful daffodils.
By the way,
now they must be in season in your place,
I presume.
Pick some for yourself and me,
(Please send them to me in my dream.)
and you'll be a true friend of mine.

[Danik 2016]

Glad to see various new poems. I mostly enjoyed "For my better half".

[angliholic]

Glad to see various new poems. I mostly enjoyed "For my better half".

Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and the most uplifting feedback.

[angliholic]

Feeling dizzy and fatigued easily
in hot and humid weather,
I shuffled, around noon,
through a small park to the library.
I could hardly believe
it was still in the middle of April
before May flowers even paid a visit
to this small subtropical island.
It was so uncomfortable
that I started to long for ice cream
as well as the season of chilly winter.
A moment later,
it came to mind that
only a couple of months ago
I was still cursing
those biting cold gloomy winter days
and wishing
the fervent sun would drop in on us
the sooner the better.

[angliholic]

I didn't notice
on which day of this spring
the morning glory
started climbing over the fence,
but it always brings a smile
to my heart without fail
whenever you dress in green and purple
smiling innocently to me
first thing in the morning.
Some say it's a type of weeds,
sprawling here and there,
yet I treasure you never the less.
Seeing that
I'm not a prince
nor do I own a rose garden,
why should I care whether
you're a princess or a queen?

[angliholic]

When I was young and a bee,
how was it possible to stop me
from collecting nectar
from one blossom to another?
Isn't it in the blood to chase a cherry tree
one day,
and on another day
to befriend an almond tree?
Who could've enlightened me
that a safe and peaceful harbor
is better than all the flowery fantasy?

[angliholic]

I feel terribly sorry
to have reassured you yesterday
that it should be sunny today?
Now, it's not merely raining
but also keeps pattering
the whole morning.
Although it's not me
but the weather forecaster to blame,
yet, sincerely,
I'd still like to express my apology
by picking some fresh rosemary leaves
and leaving them
on your dresser. Hopefully,
their refreshing fragrance
would make you oblivious
of this blue Monday morning.