The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

It's natural
that I madly romanced you
when you were a young pretty rose.
So did easily an animal;
thus, please don't suppose
that I truly loved you then.
One day you turn toothless and plain
yet my love for you does remain,
then you can call me a real man.

[angliholic]

There was once a man
who was hit by an airplane
while watching TV in his living room
at home.
It's not a fictitious film
but a real life accident in Formosa, Taiwan.
Now that there's nothing
impossible under the sun,
then, what is the need of worrying?
Therefore, don't worry
that the morning glory
will droop and wither in the evening
but be happy
as you'll rejoice to see more blooming
come next morning.

[angliholic]

With April showers,
you stepped into my life,
but I was too ignorant then to perceive
that you could prove
to be the one
that would bring countless May flowers
into my humble garden.
Yes, don't worry and be happy~
it's your motto.
The moment
morning glory flowers start unfurling
we'll play badminton, sweat, and laugh
to our heart's content.
When the sun is highest in the sky,
we'll stay inside
an all-you-can-eat restaurant,
chat, and enjoy sumptuous cuisines.
Though we're unable to prevent morning glories
from drooping in the evening,
at least,
we're oblivious of the clock's ticking
when we're having a big time.

[angliholic]

May has all but come to an end,
flower petals swirling around
as butterflies flying everywhere,
yet I still haven't crafted anything
worth remembering.
Instantly,
I reminisce
when I was at the age of poetry,
I made an attempt to jot down
the most romantic part of life.
Nonetheless,
I presumed
at that time I needed
to contemplate the universe more
before seeing life in perspective.

Now, I believe I've seen the world,
but it's regrettable
that I'm not in the proper mood
seeing that
May flowers have long
since lost colors inside my heart.

[Danik 2016]

Beautiful ending:

May flowers have long
since lost colors inside my heart.

And May is a convention after all, in my country it is autumn.
All stations of life find their translation in poetry

[angliholic]

Beautiful ending:


And May is a convention after all, in my country it is autumn.
All stations of life find their translation in poetry

Thanks, Danik, for your feedback, but I can't understand you mean by "convention" here. Sorry for I'm not a native speaker of English.

[Danik 2016]

I´m not native either. I am using the word "convention" here in the sense of a literary
common usage. May usually is seen as a symbol of spring and flowers, Christmas is linked to snow and winter. But there are regions on the earth where Christmas is in summer and May in autumn.

[angliholic]

I´m not native either. I am using the word "convention" here in the sense of a literary
common usage. May usually is seen as a symbol of spring and flowers, Christmas is linked to snow and winter. But there are regions on the earth where Christmas is in summer and May in autumn.

You took me by surprise when you said you're not native either. Thanks for the crystal clear explanation.

[Danik 2016]

Thanks, angliholic. Your poems read beautifully in English.

[angliholic]

Thanks, angliholic. Your poems read beautifully in English.

Thanks, Danik, for this praise and encouragement, which made my day and inspires me to pen more.

[angliholic]

It's not yet June,
but on this sub-tropical Formosa,
it's almost sizzling hot.
To take a rest in the shade of a big tree
is as good as in the paradise
especially when early summer breezes
are blowing.
However,
I can't but wonder
why I didn't pay much attention
to this windfall, this blessing
whether in winter or in spring.

[angliholic]

Young and
innocent as a lamb,
I'd deem, once in a while,
I could handily
pin a rainbow down
whenever I saw one
just as you'd assume
you'd remain forever and ever
a pink lotus flower in June
and never expect
autumn days would come
just after it was in full bloom.
Facing the music is arduous
as eating humble pie;
Otherwise,
how could we both repent
and start anew?

[angliholic]

Destined to Stay


When young as May flowers
you were the enigmatic charming moon,
which outshone countless stars
in my night sky.
Seeing that your graceful moonlight
is no longer glittering,
I should've left you alone
and chase after those twinkling stars.
Nonetheless,
I find
I'm reluctant to let go
simply because
I've grown used to your silly smile.

[Danik 2016]

Lol! The realism of mature years substituting youthful romanticism.

[angliholic]

Lol! The realism of mature years substituting youthful romanticism.

Thanks, Danik, for the realistic feedback. I hope this realism doesn't devastate the charm and beauty of romanticism.