The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

You say
how silly I am
never to decline the striking colors
and inviting aroma of roses
though having been pricked by their thorns
time after time!
But I guess,
it's you, as a matter of fact,
that are absolutely miserable,
and I really take pity on you.
To my surprise,
there has been lot of bitterness
lying hidden in the depths of your mind
simply because
you were once barked at
by some mean dogs.
From then on,
you never thought there might be
sweet memories that were worth remembering
in this quite pleasant universe.

[angliholic]

When the smiling sun was sprinkling
warmth and grace on the field this morning,
everything was turning so pleasant and lush green.
That really came as a surprise;
Notwithstanding,
I had no expectations for the coming
of the most delightful season so soon
because, only yesterday, it was still shivering cold.
On a different note,
whether there's a captivating daffodil
or an unrestrained tempest waiting for me
on the journey ahead,
does it, in fact, make much difference anyway?
Don't I have to keep my composure as usual,
living every day peacefully,
and sleeping every night soundly?

[angliholic]

Little flower in the alley,
I'm sorry,
but I have to bid you adieu.
It's not that
I can't appreciate you
but that
the small corner occasionally
makes me blue.

[angliholic]

Supposing spring is a poem,
a most mesmerizing poem,
then I won't bother
about the tedious anatomy of beauty.
All I need to do is relax
and savor the most fragrant season
while lying in the green grass
and bathed in the gracious sunshine.

[angliholic]

Perhaps,
it's the lush green valley
that's lying serenely in idyllic sunshine.
Perhaps,
it's the vibrant colored butterfly
that's caught in an unexpected shower of petals.
Perhaps,
it's the leaves of an evergreen tree
that's swaying gently in an enjoyable breeze.
Perhaps,
your spring landscape
is made up of these wonders of beautiful nature.
Nevertheless,
you'll never know~
without seeing you in the picture,
the winter snow inside me will never thaw.

[angliholic]

After a rich meal,
if you ask me how I feel,
my eyelids are leaden
with sheep and pain,
and my body heavy
as an overloaded airplane.
Now that my muse has left me
and vanished in a puff of smoke,
is it not a silly joke
that I still hope I can pen poetry
and wish it would be ethereal
as a fantastic fairy?

[angliholic]

I can't remember
exactly when
I no longer
aspired to set off for cloud nine.
You might mistakenly
consider that I don't relish the feeling
of sitting on a gold mine,
but the plain truth is
that I'm more afraid of falling,
sooner than later,
down from the heaven,
so high and sublime.

[angliholic]

Not born with a silver spoon
in my mouth,
I dare not
compare my humble life
with that of prince Charming.
If I do,
I will be choked with rage.
Nevertheless,
I feel more at ease
to be a dandelion or a weed,
living in the middle of nowhere.
Though neglected,
once in a while,
I feel blissfully gratified
by a dewdrop, grace from above.

[angliholic]

You say,
you dreamed of a lion and Armstrong
yesterday and today.
My pleasure to assure you~
there's nothing wrong
just as I, too,
simply adore a blue lotus,
entrancing and profound as a myosotis.

[angliholic]

Curling Wisp of Smoke,

May I ask
why it's so easy to fall for you
and which way you're drifting away
with my fickle inspiration?
People warn me
against chasing you,
for it'll be futile
as chasing a will-o'-the-wisp.
If only my poetry would be ethereal
and elegant as you.
I won't feel regretful
even though
I have to spend my whole life.

[angliholic]

Seeing
a curling wisp of smoke,
so elusive and ethereal,
wafting
elegantly in the air,
should I or my wordy poetry
go on a diet?

[angliholic]

You're such a nuisance,
not because you suck my blood
when there isn't any flower bud,
but because you remind me of my first love
in fancy dress.
I really don't mind
she stole my heart,
but can't forget
those numerous sleepless nights
you and she leave for me.

[angliholic]

If worrying
might prevent a delightful alpine gold
from getting old,
or stop your love from fading away,
or protect your silky tresses from turning gray,
then keep worrying.

[angliholic]

It was a pity
that I didn't get the hang
of making peace
in a pond full of geese.
It didn't dawn on me
that I was genuinely
a silly goose
until I woke up to the truth
that I failed to dance gracefully
like a swan.
Laboring under the illusion
that I was an elegant swan,
I eventually
cooked my own goose
and paid a heavy price.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks, Jerrybaldy, for your kind words and the feedback. Compared with your sublime and advanced writing, mine is like a schoolboy's doing homework.


Thanks, Tony, for your often encouragement. Well actually, writing English poetry is my way of practicing English. Otherwise, I have really few chances of using English.

Nonsense Angli. It’s all subjective. You write over and over with no response and never prevents you or discourages your next post. You are heroic. I have the utmost respect for you.