The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

I should've told you
last summer
in person
how beautiful
the pink water lily was
while shyly smiling
in the sunshine
It's too late now
for there's nothing
but icy cold winds and rain
outside
over the pond
Maybe
you'll think
there will always be
plenty more new blossoms
come next spring
but I regret to tell you
they belong to
the next generation
not us

[angliholic]

When I left you
I pretended
I didn't care about you
anymore
so that you'd miss me
no more
Now it's a brand new year
yet it's still wet
and freezing cold outside
I hear the howling
and hope it's not you
that are crying
I'm coming back home
from a long journey
not to tell you
many a story
but to see
if you've found
your own rose garden

[angliholic]

When summer
was here
I was fed up
with its fervency
as well as
your passion
Now you're gone
with its warmth
I'm starting
to miss
the sunshine
on your
rosy cheeks

[angliholic]

It's drizzling again
and I'm thinking of you
thinking of the silky tresses
floating in the air
conjuring up a paradise
in the misty rain
on this autumn night
I'm eager to be a street lamp
waiting ...
ever waiting for you
to stroll by
to reflect your grace
on each raindrop
on my face
If you happen to see me
wobbling and ...
don't blame the gusty winds
or the whisky
for it's your charms
that leave me drunk
over and over again

REVISED

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem
for you
but I didn't send it
though
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch
of purple lavender
You live half a world away
yet you should've read
those words
by now
for they were
from the depth
of my soul

[angliholic]

Crying ...
the moment
I came into this world
I was crying ...
When your smile
was here to humble
all the May flowers
I was crying ...
for I was worrying ...
it'd disappear
sooner than later
Now you've drifted
far far away
I'm crying ...
at the edge of the earth
like a cicada
facing an empty stage
I'm crying ...
Perhaps one day
when I stop crying
it'll be the day
you start crying ...


Revised

[angliholic]

Your innocent smile
was a forget-me-not
in full swing
that I fell for last spring
Missing the faint fragrance
you sent off in the air
I kept wasting away
and my hair turning gray
But I guess
it doesn't really matter now
for on every petal
of a blue forget-me-not
I see a smile
for which I have always
had a soft spot


Revised

[angliholic]

Ahead of me
only birds' chirping
behind me
autumn's gently breathing
scattered on this shady path
were a few blurry footprints
like missing pages
of some unread stories
My mind was more cloudy
than the evening glow
in the western sky
and my feet soft as a jelly
Longing for a rest
how I envy
those little birds
perching comfortably
in a cozy nest nearby
Perhaps
I should sit in a pavilion
for a while
waiting for the cicadas
to play their finale
for the maple leaves
to turn yellow and float
like falling snowflakes
Perhaps
sooner or later
spring will grace this land
again


Revised

[angliholic]

One layer after another
the fancy clothes she puts on
are more than sufficient
to veil the damage
time has caused
to her withering body
and to pass her off
as a bunch of tulips
at yuletide
Nevertheless
who knows
in the season
of flowers and bees
she did humble many
a butterfly
simply in her birthday suit

[angliholic]

Thank Goodness
on the silent night
I don't have to
stay out working hard
with a view to
winning the world
as the howling wind does
on the outside
On the peaceful night
I feel divinely blissful
on the inside
for I still own
a humble cozy room
with a warm bed
where to hide away
from the cold weather
Looking out
the transparent window
through the darkness
I'm quite certain
I won't get lost again
though there isn't
a single visible star
in the night sky

[angliholic]

As the night
isn't young any longer
and the temperature
feels like dropping below zero
It's hard to overcome
the temptation
to climb into bed
curl up in a ball
and pull up the covers
over the head
Lying in bed
warm and cozy
I couldn't help
fantasizing
I'm not much different from
an insignificant creature
hibernating in its lair
I bet
it couldn't care less
whether the earth
is still spinning
let alone
whether there are wars
in the distance
as long as it's peaceful
here and now

[angliholic]

Remember
once upon a summer
you walked across my quiet path
like a gentle breeze
wafting across a wintry land
A happy encounter
left behind
those unforgettable beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the spring field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
when parting
Now I'm regretting to say
they're more like my wistful sighs
when grieving

[angliholic]

Mild weather
brings out a genuine smile
as good as a sweet daffodil
on your face
so would you consider
stopping this cold spell
for a little while
If you keep snarling
growling and swirling
like a winter tornado
how could I
take off my clothes
reveal my sincere heart
and embrace an iceberg
passionately
as though
there were no tomorrow

[angliholic]

Just as
you love the little birds
flying in the blue sky
you should love
the ancient sky too
Just as
you love the green leaves
of an oak tree
you should love
the old oak tree too
Likewise
if unfortunately
you happen to love
the atmospheric poetry
of a senior poet
you have no choice but
to love me too

[angliholic]

Let's take a walk
if you please
at the beach
at the first streak of sunlight
and throw a glance
at those hermit crabs
that're scurrying across the sand
by the boundless immemorial ocean
leaving only a few traces
erased in no time
by the small hands of waves
along with our footprints
In the distance
there may loom a ship
carrying our dream and hope
as always
at the mercy of a pending tempest
If you please
let's take our time
and stroll as long as you're happy
maybe till the sun
forgets to sink in the west
and then let's relish
the most fantastic moment
in the evening
if you could ignore the seagulls
longing to fly home
wailing and squawking