The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed very much, especially: "Perhaps,
it's due to the season of falling petals;
perhaps,
it's due to the declining years of an empire
that I no longer wish to be a seagull,
flying high over the ocean."

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[angliholic]

Enjoyed very much, especially: "Perhaps,
it's due to the season of falling petals;
perhaps,
it's due to the declining years of an empire
that I no longer wish to be a seagull,
flying high over the ocean."

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thanks again, Tailor, for your kind and encouraging comment.

[angliholic]

It's windy in the park tonight.
It springs to mind~
in the early morning
the autumn breeze was cool and pleasant,
but where has it gone?
I hate to think about it
just as I hate to reminisce about the girl
once with April in her eyes,
once the May flower in my eyes,
now vanishing into thin air,
disappearing without a trace
with all the spring dreams.
With blurry eyes,
the lonesome street lamp nearby
dare not even look up at the starry sky.

[angliholic]

Last night,
an uninvited guest,
the torrential rain,
wreaked dreadful yet beautiful havoc
on the colorful autumn trees,
leaving a luxury Persian carpet
of bright orange and yellow
on the landscape.
I can't help lingering
for a while
and pondering long
over this picturesque disaster~
If life were short of the atrocities
of sweltering summer,
would it turn so mellifluous
and melodious
in autumn?
It's a pity that the harsh winter
will be around the corner
sooner or later,
yet isn't this inevitable destiny
which has matured me
so as to feel grateful enough
to value this mellow season of grace?

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the delicate images and wisdom of this poem.

[angliholic]

Enjoyed the delicate images and wisdom of this poem.

Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and leaving the kind feedback.

[angliholic]

I drop a yellow rose into a pond,
with a view to gazing admiringly
and affectionately
at those concentric ripples,
ever spreading out
toward the eternal enigma.
If you can sense the warm sunny glow
of these golden petals
at the edge of the universe,
then you're a true friend of mine.

[tailor STATELY]

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[angliholic]

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Thanks, Tailor, for dropping by.

[angliholic]

I'm amazed to notice
the okra,
a lass in green trimmings,
having stayed calm and serene in my balcony
for a long while,
starts blossoming this morning
at long last.
Without fail,
the season of silver grass
is as good as the season of melancholy
for me.
Just when my heart's in a fret,
like the surface of a clear pond
messed up by an autumn breeze;
just when I feel like crying,
to my delight,
a couple of small yellow flowers,
should brighten up the gloomy sky above me
in no time.

[angliholic]

Breezes are holding their breath,
trees falling into a coma,
and the sunshine just lying gently.
It's so quiet
in the afternoon
that time seems to stand still.
In the distance,
I can see
the little hands of rice plants
struggling to hold up golden grains
in the autumn field.

[tailor STATELY]

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[angliholic]

When autumn is also drunk
with the sweet golden wine
of the setting sun,
and lies down
under the flame maple trees,
a smirking wind nearby,
witnessing all this,
starts blowing,
swirling
a wood of falling leaves
into a shower
of flying colorful confetti.
I wonder
whether it's time for me
to harvest the fruit of life
or regret.

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed!

[angliholic]

Sitting in the shade
of a great banyan tree,
counting the good old days
sneaking away
one by one
just as the good autumn breezes
come and go,
I'm not pondering
how to be immortal or something.
What's the meaning of living endlessly
anyway
if one can't remain evergreen as a mountain?
Not far away,
I catch sight of a little yellow flower
of a dandelion
with a couple of butterflies
still dancing around.
Why should I worry
one day
it'll turn itself into a dandelion clock
and float away with the wind
any second
as long as the memory of beauty
lingers on
in the eyes of beholder?