The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

I have been walking
along this winding mountain trail
covered with small pebbles
and fallen leaves
for too long and too far
I forget where I am now
I can't even recall
why I took this journey
in the first place
The cicadas' love songs
are fervent
as the blazing sun
and all the honey bees are dancing
and singing
around their sweet daisies
But there seems to be no spring
for me
Maybe
if I keep trudging on
I'll come across
a peach village
embraced by a winding cool brook
before the sky is painted
pitch black
Maybe not

[angliholic]

If you'd like to grace
my humble place
please do come
in the morning
but please
never in the evening
for
how can I
hold back my tears
to see fallen petals
everywhere
just when the afterglow
is most amazing
and beautiful

[angliholic]

Living like a green sapling
deep in a valley
I'm afraid
I'm forgetting about the world
or the other way round
I'm not very sure
yet I still have a pen
to write down many a dream
on the clear water surface
of a winding stream

[angliholic]

If our life is nothing but
floating duckweeds
easier to separate
than to cling to each other
then why not let a small river
carry us to wherever
the water flows
The time
when we're happy together
may be short
as a breeze
yet we'll make it last forever
in our sweet dreams

(Revised)

[angliholic]

Sitting in the shade of an eucalyptus
I rejoice over cool summer breezes
for they simply keep breezing
The vibe is relaxing
this morning
except for the numerous falling leaves
Like annoying flies
they simply keep coming
Since it's impossible
to chase away them all
I've no choice but to ignore them all
The second I've made up my mind
all of a sudden
they start flying up and up
against the blue clear sky
like colorful butterflies

[angliholic]

Maybe
I'll never have a chance
to see you again
yet I'm still missing your smile
like a drooping leaf of grass
waiting for the summer rain
Maybe
I'm now like a bee
getting lost in a concrete jungle
yet I'm still dreaming
one day
there'll be spring rain
showering down
on this lonesome dry land
again

[angliholic]

If missing you
would stop my clock from ticking
then I'd forget about
the falling petals in late summer
If autumn's breeze
is ready to sweep away
those yellow faded leaves
then I'm willing
to be swept away with them
to a far-off place
If I could buy spring back
in the snowflake-flying winter
then I wouldn't pine away
like a lonely traveler

[angliholic]

I've been sitting here
waiting
and a noisy brook nearby
has been babbling
for an entire afternoon
yet no sound of footsteps of my love
in the mist
A wood of whispering pines
keep whispering
her name
over and over again
turning one lonely summer afternoon
into eternal despair
She's gone
with the summer wind
nowhere to be found
leaving only a forest of cicadas
chanting the blues

[Lykren]

Your poetry is sometimes pure.

[angliholic]

Thanks Lykren for your praise.

[angliholic]

In the darkness outside
the torrential rain keeps stamping
on the canopy
the gusts howling like ghosts
fierce and hungry
running for easy preys
on the flooded streets
I toss and turn in bed
feeling uneasy
for I'm caught up in this small lane
Hence
I sit up and write down this poem
I long for you all the more
though I can't see you any more
How I wish
you could read it now
but I know
Maybe
in your sweet dream
I'm stepping into the storm
against the high wind and walking
toward you
on this typhoon night

[angliholic]

Just as
you love the white clouds
in the ancient sky
so shall you love the blue sky
Likewise
if you love the lush green leaves
of an old tree
you should love the tree too
and if you happen to
love the atmospheric poetry
of an old poet
you have no choice but
love me too

[angliholic]

I'm a dewdrop
at dawn
waking up to the early
morning sunshine
that's caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream
When a ladybug
is scurrying
for the shade of a weeping willow
I feel like an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
catching a glimpse
of a yellow buttercup
that's smiling
in a green pasture
When the evening
spreads the sunset glows around
like purple and orange petals
on the ground
I'm going to sing a sad song
for a weather-worn vagabond
When the night's eyes
start to twinkle
I'd rather be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
and shedding
some light
for a lonely traveler

[angliholic]

In the season of sunshine
I am singing for you
like singing for the season
of May flowers
coming hand in hand
with April showers
Now, it's right time
for romance and poetry
and here you are
filling the garden of my life
with cheerful beauty
You're a delightful rainbow
more colorful
than all the flower petals

[angliholic]

I have to say goodbye now!
I have to go with the summer wind
to find out the meanings of life,
to see why
there are so many flowers on earth
as charming as you!
When you miss me,
you might as well
take a look at those wandering clouds~~
Floating like them,
I'm traveling everywhere.
If you happen to see a shooting star
on a darkest night,
you'll know it's my life
short but
leaving a delightful trail of light!