Don't make fun of me
if you see
that I have this sudden fancy
to grow the water lily
in the late September
when in the pond
the water's getting as cool as a cucumber.
Nonetheless,
if I will get a chance,
in July of next year,
to meditate on a purple beauty
which should emerge
from a world of muddy filthy soils,
I couldn't care less
if it means my last summer.
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After the moon cake savoring,
after Mid-Autumn Festival celebrating,
there's nothing fancy
but the full moon's waning.
Since nothing
is worth brewing mesmerizing poetry,
I might as well hit the hay.
Some people say,
there's free ice cream
in your dream,
but most men prefer tender luscious abalone
as I dream,
especially when hungry
yet can't afford to pay the money.
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When breezes in late September
begin coughing
I feel like an ancient river
so much so
that it's time to get flowing,
flowing far away to an uncharted place
where to keep meandering
and embrace
a serene green meadow.
You know,
if you're happy
I'll pluck you a yellow daylily.
And if you don't laugh out loud,
I'll pen a free verse or two
on a white cloud.
Please don't shed a dew or two
because unfettered is my imagination,
running wild like thick vegetation.
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If catching the tail of summer
is as subtle
as catching a floating rainbow bubble
in sweet slumber,
then let nature run its course
and never feel remorse.
Nonetheless,
while weeping willows
are losing leaves like widows
shedding tears in late September,
I'm not sure whether
I should close that window,
or simply forget about tomorrow.
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Wonderful poems... "If catching the tail of summer
is as subtle
as catching a floating rainbow bubble
in sweet slumber," kindled my imagination
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Isn't it refreshing
to stare at a leaf budding
in the season of seeding?
Why must it turn to a rusty leaf,
come the season of grief?
I have this sudden impulse
to go to a pond of water lilies
not to appreciate
but to wait
until all good breezes
terminate
so as to watch my clear reflection
mirrored in still water,
instead of the distortion
in the rippling water.
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Wonderful imagery and quite reflective. Enjoyed your use of rhyme
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Since
I'm just a small blade of grass,
I humbly pray
if only there's a dewdrop
caressing my face
when I wake up in the early morning
every day.
I'm not a sea otter,
therefore,
a lavish ocean of water
won't save me from drowning
but lead me to sighing
one day.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature