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The last cold front
has confined me
to my small igloo
turning me into an Eskimo
for almost a week
I felt so freezing cold
that I forgot
there was once a season
named spring
As soon as the rain
lets up
I step outside
hearing the birds chirping
in the tree
and seeing the azaleas
are blooming
along the roadside
All of a sudden
I remember
it's already March
and time
for a sorrowful heart
to bloom
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
Revised
If you can't bring me flowers
this May
I won't feel surprised
and be disappointed
for last April
there were fewer rain showers
than usual
and I'm not worried
like me
this world is getting old too
nevertheless
I'm really concerned
I won't be able
to see pretty rainbows again
over your head
So capricious are you
that you didn't show up
when I needed you most
in April
and I
along with some little flowers
have just survived
a prolonged
and deepening drought
in the long run
but now you're throwing us
a heavy wet blanket
in May
when all we want is nothing
but sunshine and smiles
For no reason at all
you've been raining cats and dogs
for almost a week
and there is no sign
that you will be letting up soon
Well
you can have it your way
and keep raining
forever and ever
to your heart's content
I don't mind at all
Though I have no other place
to go
I can bury myself in the library
as always
reminiscing the good old days
and crying
crying for a beautiful tomorrow
of which I dare not dream
On one April morning
while riding my bike
to the middle of nowhere
I smelt
the nostalgic spring breeze
meandering on the road
I felt alive
and rejuvenated
at once
and eager
to write down the feeling
but suddenly
I was aware that
though the breeze is still young
and refreshing
as a little girl
yet I had lost
my fervent summer
since a long time ago
Since you assured me
the sun will rise tomorrow
I'd also like to promise you
the leaves
of those jasmines
in front of my little hut
will be greener
this coming summer
and their little white flowers
will be more fragrant
this year
and for many years to come
but it's a bit pity
that I can't promise you
we'll be able to stay young
forever and ever
to appreciate them
Pretty Rea
Thanks for your kindness
Thank you
for often leaving no stone unturned
in praising my poems
even though most of them
are dull as dishwater
At least they are
when compared
with your heavenly beauty
I should count my blessings
for there is such a graceful lady
somewhere in this world
who cares a dime
about my lousy works
but once in a while
a whimsical thought may cross my mind
~~You're too Beauteous to be real
Perhaps
it's simply that
I've been having a sweet dream
If yes
please be nice
and don't wake my up
The lovely pink lotus petals
along with
the fresh green pads
startle me
and remind me that
it's joyful June again
I shouldn't have taken the path
that leads me to
this vibrant lotus pond
Of course
I still savor the heady fragrance
but the young bride nearby
is no longer the one
I knew so well
a long long time ago
Most beautiful
I truly have no words. . .
I read these from today's on up and they read like a beautiful prayer from nature.
Thanks, Niko, for your beautiful reply which made my day. Did you refer to the poem "Lotus Pond in June?"Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
By the way, what did you mean by "today's on up?"
Although it's early June
the burning sun outside
is sparing no effort
to warm
this indifferent heart
inside of me
which is getting poorer
and poorer
every second
The moment when you said
You had no words
after reading some dull poems
of mine
for they read like
a beautiful prayer from nature
to you
you made my day
and now
I feel inspired a bit
Perhaps
I should keep on scribbling
and wish
what seems to be
useless weeds
in my humble eyes
might turn into green oases
for some travelers
on hot and dry deserts
It was just yesterday
when I was almost fretting
myself to death
about the sizzling hot weather
in June
and then this morning
I woke up to find
it was partly cloudy and pleasant
Better yet
it will be raining
any second now
according to weather forecast
Likewise
whenever I feel so hungry
that I could eat a horse
I'd choose to go to
an all-you-can-eat restaurant
and eat to my heart's content
Nevertheless
whenever I miss you
as the dry land is thirsty
for summer rain
where and how can I see you
to get rid of this sorrow
which is no different
from cancer
growing bigger and bigger
Should I gaze long
at graceful you
or simply pick a pink rose
for you
It's really hard
to make a choice
The thorns may prick me
and hurt me
but your elegant face
will definitely
rob me of my poor soul
And I can assure you
there is absolutely no way
for me to redeem it
Therefore
I can't help but
let out a sigh
and stare up
at the blue sky
which brings out joy
but also the blues in me
Late spring
is still beautiful
And it's more enthralling
especially
when it's raining
Take my advice
and take a walk
in the rain
with or
without an umbrella
leaving your lively
and exquisite silhouettes
here and there
on the flowery path
in the leafy woods
or in the green countryside
Never put it off
until the golden season
of shedding leaves
and sad tears
Maybe
we'll be endowed
with a most dazzling picture
during the time
of harvesting apples
But
in the meanwhile
we may also hear
just around the corner
the howling elegy
of a most barren winter
Yes, I enjoyed that one most.
I meant, I read from the most recent on upward (on the page)
Thanks, Nikolai, for your kind reply.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
Got it now and best regards
If you're grieving
for the spring
that has sneaked away
without warning
with the one
you adore most
why not take in
the heavenly blues
when the day is still young
young as the one
you pine for most
you're sure
to ignore the blues
for many a century
when you're wrapped up
in their beauty
It's Chinese cuisine
that feeds my hungry belly
every day
It's the beauty of nature
that fills my starving soul
every second
Somehow
there are just my lame excuses
to keep on living
on this boring
and mundane earth
Without your presence
nothing would enchant me
and no one would inspire me
to pick up a pen
and transform
my whimsical thoughts
into most atmospheric poetry
It's not due to the approaching
of summer
but your leaving
at the wrong time
(in early June)
The heat wave
is becoming so spiteful
that my head's feeling dizzy
that I'm going crazy
not much different
from a drooping seedling
under the merciless sun
in the hot desert
longing for you
to shower me with summer rain
in the afternoon
to inspire me
to write a poem
wonderful as a delightful rainbow
which is sure to come
in the wake of your footsteps
Nice poem about the muse with both the rain and the rainbow.
Thanks, YesNo, for your kind feedback.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
If you insist to know
how much I love you
I'll be surely speechless
as the sky blue
above us
Supposing
you were a morning glory
in full bloom
I'd definitely be the green tree
you nestle up to
Just to catch a glimpse
of your violet blue
in the morning
I'm willing
to be entwined
a thousand times and more
by your tender arms
Lucky you
for being able to expect
once in a while
a table
full of various delicacies
and in the meantime
relish the sunset glow
in the western sky
though it's been a long time
since you lost the rosy glow
Growing and frolicking
in the meadow
are the lovely daisies
waiting eagerly for you
to nourish
and to push them up
In spite of the fact that
you were once
no less pretty
than those young damsels
My friend
I should've taken it
to the mountain
to visit with you
last year
before the season
of harvest
but
the long and winding path
discouraged me
from taking the trip
Now
it's getting more
and more scorching hot
in the city
and I'm missing
day and night
the pleasant shade
of the fresh green trees
near your place
Nonetheless
I still can't muster up
enough courage
to step outside
my comfortable zone
Hence
would you be kind
enough to tell me
whether
the small stream
over there
is still cool
with numerous little fish
swimming lively
here and there
It's another day
another summer evening
People are coming
and going everywhere
in this bustling city
Walking alone
on the sidewalk
beside a library
I don't feel lonely
at all
because
at least
I have my most loyal dog
my shadow
heeling me
and accompanying me
all the way home
in the sunset glow
While the heat wave
in mid June
is broiling good people
as if they were turkeys
on a barbecue grill
I'm taking a rest
in a pavilion
on a hilltop
feeling heavy-eyed
and lamenting
the drooping of pretty petals
in the city
They must be all fading
like beautiful creatures
with silky tresses
losing their rosy colors
on a steamy hot afternoon
However
in the distance
all sitting still
are the blue mountains
and saying nothing
I had a sweet dream
last night
In the dream
you dropped me a hint
that you're going to grace
my homely garden
on this hot and lazy day
in mid June
Therefore
I got up early
in the morning
couldn't wait to see you
for I haven't heard from you
for ages
In the afternoon
I saw a sky full of dark clouds
being blown around
in the high wind
calling up memories of
your soft and silky long hair
And now
I can hear the moaning
of thunders
in the distance
though it's pitch black
outside
If it's you that are groaning
don't be afraid
and cry out loud
let your teardrops rolling down
all over this dryland
Otherwise
how could we expect
a fresh new world
come tomorrow morning
when the sun rises
in the east
Since you went away
with April rain
my garden has virtually
turned into a wasteland
Empty bottles of brandy
are piling up
like a mountain
yet this sorrow of mine
is still lying
on the safety land
Excuse me
but could you lend me a smile
so that I could bury it
in a little while
in my barren land
And wish
it might grow into an oasis
of sunflowers
an ocean of tranquility
in the memory
~~Revised
As I lay my head
upon your lap
I'm able
to see the carefree clouds
drifting high above
in the light blue sky
while the swans are swimming
in the lake nearby
Summer breeze is wafting
gently
your faint fragrance
onto my body
and blowing
your soft long hair
all over my face
I feel like I'm dreaming
and I'm willing
to dream my life away
this way
to lie here
for a thousand years
and more,
to let your tender green hands
touch me,
and cover me
with layers and layers
of your loving leaves,
till one day,
of you I'm a part.
Till death, do we never part!
If graceful you
you're leaving tomorrow
I will definitely
feel great sorrow
and weep endlessly
but I won't do anything
to beg you to stay
but quietly
see you off
and wish you all the best
for I know
it's time for you
to move on
in your journey
with the sweet
and intoxicating hyacinth
after bringing scent
as well as color
to the spring garden
It's another day
another summer evening
People are coming
and going everywhere
in this bustling city
Walking alone
on the sidewalk
beside a library
I don't feel lonely
at all
because
at least
I have my most loyal dog
my shadow
heeling me
and accompanying me
all the way home
in the sunset glow
~~revised
A crane
thin as a pole
stands alone
motionless
one foot
in a small brook
like a hunchbacked angler
and the rain
showing no sympathy
for her plight
simply
keeps drizzling
on her stained feathers
She must've been
fishing there
for the whole morning
but I can see
no fish in her beak
Her babies
at home
must've eaten nothing
but air
for several days
My feathered friend
don't you see
there is no fish
in this polluted stream
Why don't you fly
to a greener mountain
When I'm thinking out loud
it comes to mind
that I've also been
a bird without wings
for too long
that I forget
how to take off
and fly to my shangrila
If water were kisses, I'd send you a sea
If leaves were hugs, I'd send you a tree
If night was love, I'd send you a star
But i can't send you my heart cause that where you are
Thanks, hadoanngoc, for that atmospheric poem. The following is my version for you:Quote:
Originally Posted by hadoanngoc
If water were kisses
I'd bring you an ocean
If leaves were romances
I'd send you a forest
If stars were wishes
I'd wish you a milky way
Nevertheless
I can't send you my heart
because
it's already gone away
Could you tell me why
Why must a caterpillar
ruin a rosebud
so pleasant to the eye
Is it greed
or simply the green eye
that can't bear a beauty
more alluring
than a butterfly
You often stand alone
in the wind
like a quiet dandelion
swaying gracefully
at a small lane
forgotten by the world
And I
I'm constantly tumbling
on many a strange road
like a tumbleweed
moving on and on
and I've forgotten the world
In the season of Zephyr
we're ready
to hit the road again
but where's our future shelter
Maybe we'll settle down
in the same pasture
Maybe not
So let us pray
fate will bring us together
in the long run
While you're smiling
in the morning sunshine
and hanging
over a tall green tree
beside a mountain trail
I try to figure out
why your light blue bell
reminds me of the enigmatic smile
of Mona Lisa
All my life
I've never been aware of
the force of gravity
yet I do sense
the force of your attraction
right now
To measure how beautiful you are
will be like
finding out how mysterious
cicada singing is
I suppose
I've to hurry up
and sketch your beauty
on a white cloud
before a woodpecker nearby
strikes twelve
before you turn yourself into
Cinderella again
And you're leaving today
in such a hurry
it seems only yesterday
you came to visit me
Rosebuds are still pretty
For one more day
will you be able to stay
to appreciate their beauty
together in May
I may appear droopy
and fading
in the sizzling hot sun
in midsummer
as the heat wave
is in full play
As long as I hold on
a little longer
I'm sure
I'll be able to savor
the mesmerizing evening glow
in a few hours or so
The beads of sweat
on my little face
are going
to convert into simmering
dewdrops
in the next morning
If I hang on till next season
I'll have a good reason
to harvest
the rainbow leaves
falling from the heaven