The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

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Originally Posted by heartwing

I am happy you have decided to take first steps. Please keep me in touch, angliholic. I know this is your destiny. It may at first require more hewing. Best wishes.[/QUOT E]
Thanks, heartwing, for your kindness and help.
Sure, I will keep in touch with you, my benefactor, but no, it's not my destiny to get my poetry published. I'll let nature take its course~~if luck smiles at me before I pass away, then I'll sure smile back. But if I'm doomed to be in bad luck all my life, I won't complain about it at all because it's life~~you win some, and you lose some.
And yes, I know I need to cut out some doggerel because all that glitters is not gold.
Thanks again, Heartwing, for your precious time.

All the best to you and your loved ones,


Lewis Jian

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The doggerel is beautiful. When I was speaking of more hewing, I meant the test that is a part of the submissions process.

The destiny talk was meant to let you know I love your work and I felt it would find an audience.

But I definitely appreciate your sense of things. As always, despite everything, all efforts aside, there is a sense in which other forces are determinative.

Your sense of peace comes through in your work. I look forward to reading more.

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Originally Posted by angliholic

The doggerel is beautiful. When I was speaking of more hewing, I meant the test that is a part of the submissions process.

The destiny talk was meant to let you know I love your work and I felt it would find an audience.

But I definitely appreciate your sense of things. As always, despite everything, all efforts aside, there is a sense in which other forces are determinative.

Your sense of peace comes through in your work. I look forward to reading more.

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Thanks, Heartwing, for this inspiring and soothing reply.
I've known that my poetry will find an audience since I began to post it on several poetry groups on FB. Nevertheless, I feel a bit in despair that it hasn't been published. Maybe, that's the way things go and I never complained.
Thanks, my benefactor, again for your kind words and encouragement.

All the best,

Lewis Jian

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Originally Posted by heartwing

Thanks, Heartwing, for this inspiring and soothing reply.
I've known that my poetry will find an audience since I began to post it on several poetry groups on FB. Nevertheless, I feel a bit in despair that it hasn't been published. Maybe, that's the way things go and I never complained.
Thanks, my benefactor, again for your kind words and encouragement.

All the best,

Lewis Jian

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I will be curious to know if you decide to submit when various publishers open their reading window, such as A minor press. I can appreciate a desire for privacy too, however, so whatever you choose to do, I wish you well.

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Originally Posted by angliholic

I will be curious to know if you decide to submit when various publishers open their reading window, such as A minor press. I can appreciate a desire for privacy too, however, so whatever you choose to do, I wish you well.

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Thanks, Heartwing, for your concern again.
I'm willing but I'm not a very active go-getter, so I'm still waiting passively for some publishers to contact me. If there're none to contact me before I meet my maker. Then I'll let it be. Thanks again.

Kind regards,

Lewis Jian

P.S. I did contact Nicolette Wong, but she didn't reply my request.

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Originally Posted by heartwing

P.S. I did contact Nicolette Wong, but she didn't reply my request.

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I don't know the reason for sure for this, but likely the best way to approach things is to go through the usual submission process which involves a proposal, etc, and that during the regular submission period.

I understand what you mean about seeing what will happen.

It is beautiful you share your poetry here. It is just wonderful. Thank you.

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Originally Posted by angliholic

I don't know the reason for sure for this, but likely the best way to approach things is to go through the usual submission process which involves a proposal, etc, and that during the regular submission period.

I understand what you mean about seeing what will happen.

It is beautiful you share your poetry here. It is just wonderful. Thank you.

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Thanks, Heartwing, for your concern again and again.
It's not so much I share my poetry here as I save it here. Hopefully, it'll be published with ease.

Sincerely yours,

Lewis Jian

Yesterday
when my day
was all but a piece of wreckage,
you sent me a private message
saying,
my writing's amazing;
you've missed my poetry,
and hoping,
I'm well and life's being good to me.
Thank you for showing
everlasting fondness for my verse
though it may prove worse
than any doggerel.
As long as your concern
is immortal
and deeper than the ocean,
it's of little significance
whether we should've known
each other earlier
than in the season~
leaves were changing color.

For the sweet honey
of a fragrant flower,
a butterfly will easily
give up flying elegantly.
For your desirable silhouette,
I'll never regret
having eagerly sold
my sublime soul.

Walking in the rain
alone,
on this July afternoon,
I'm holding a blue balloon
instead of an umbrella.
Don't think of me
as a great fan
of becoming dripping wet
on this lonely lane.
It's simply because
I'm eager to witness
the singing and dancing
of the summer rain
wash away the dust
and dirt from those
endearing green leaves
along with my griefs.

Thank you, Heartwing,
for the lush and beautiful comment
you left on my writing
though it was at the moment
when spring breezes were blowing
no longer
and lotus flowers were seeding
in the pond yonder.
A while ago,
I clearly remember,
they were still
like young boys and girls
frolicking in the green plain.
It was you
that appeared with a summer rain
causing
numerous enthralling ripples
in my heart
when my hope was dying
and I was about to give up the art
of writing poetry.

I've been making a decent living,
I've been doing
regular physical activity
to stay in good shape,
and I've been happy
that I'm not in need of anything
until I see the sky up above me
turning grey,
until I see the leaves of my tree
shedding in fall,
until I see not one butterfly
flitting and playing over the meadow.

Welcome back, angliholic. I have been missing your poems.

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Originally Posted by Danik 2016

Welcome back, angliholic. I have been missing your poems.

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Thnks, Danik, for your quick response. It's great that there are people missing your poems.

Now that
jasmines have long
lost their sweet-smelling buds
to the season of depression,
it makes little sense that
in the peaceful park today
it's unusually sunny
and delightful.
Though butterflies
have long flown
away with all my smiles,
there're still dragonflies
frolicking and enjoying--
I wish I were simply being
unhealthily suspicious--
their last meal
over a carpet of green grass
like condemned prisoners
before the execution.

Like a falling leaf
fluttering in the wind,
I'm too run down
to care what's lying ahead,
let alone turn to my memory
to reminisce whether
I've ever been chic or trendy.
Seeing that I'm no longer
the navigator
of my own drifting life,
why not follow nature's course,
take it easy and let it be.
After all,
I'm tired of having
my own way all my life.

It's not that
the woods are no longer lovely
and fascinating
on this late autumn evening,
but that
I'm in no mood to crawl outside
this cocoon of dismay.
Conceivably,
you were once as pretty
as the slanting ray
at the end of the day,
but I don't think
I'm brave enough
to face the setting sun alone.

The delightful late autumn sunshine
on the previous day
proves to be
just a flower in the mirror
if it's improper to be
compared to the moon in the water.
Darkness is lurking
from here to Sunday
even before I wake up from building
castles in the air.
Looking up at the night sky,
I see numerous twinkling stars,
but I'm not sure
which one would lead me
ultimately to the garden of Eden.
As I'm hesitating,
I become conscious that
my youthful days,
the playful time,
were missing among the neon lights.

So wonderful to see you posting again.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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Originally Posted by tailor STATELY

So wonderful to see you posting again.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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Thanks, Tailor, for the kind warm words which made my day.

Sunny days come,
and rainy days go.
Therefore,
don't feel distraught
simply because
leaves are turning yellow.
It's the nature's course~
all trees will surely be budding
next spring.
However,
I'm doubtful whether
in the next life
we'll be able to retrieve
the unforgettable memory
we've shared
after we part this life.

You're the water in a bayou,
and I'm the fish.
Without you,
I'll surely rest in peace.
Without me,
you won't cease to be
since there're still shrimps
and water plants
to keep you company.

Once young and silly
enough to presume,
without me,
flowers would forget to bloom,
trees would be
reluctant to turn green,
and the earth would stop spinning,
now I see~
if the sun isn't rising
tomorrow,
I'll be undeniably
buried in deep sorrow.

Oh! Woe is me!
Although I did sow the seeds
a long while ago,
I should've known better
than to look forward to a basketful
of sweet mangoes.
Haven't I told myself
again and again
there might be storms
looming on the horizon?
Haven't I warned myself
again and again
that life is fickle,
so prepare for the worst
instead of windfalls
and be joyful
when the storm doesn't call?
How could I be so forgetful?

When the cheerful sunshine
is no longer here to stay,
it doesn't make much sense
to blame
who has turned the sky gray
or who
has squandered my golden day.
I have good reasons to be
in blank dismay
while the leaves are falling like crazy.
But on second thought,
since there's no way
for me
to stop the world from getting cold,
I might just as well
chill down and
appreciate in silence the way
nature covers the land with gold.

I'm not praying
I'll be crowned one day
with a laurel wreath,
but that there'll be no more wars
to tear the peace into pieces.
I'm not looking
forward to the end
of the annoying shedding leaves
as well as my hair,
but I'll be unconditionally grateful
if only the sky is not falling.

If only
I could realize my fantasy,
I'd rather be free
as a breeze
than live thousands of years
like an old olive tree.
If only
you could let time freeze,
I'd prefer to see you
forever young and pretty
as a pink poppy.

Cherry blossoms are lovely to see,
yet fortunately
the trees never complain
that butterflies breeze in freely
to drink up all the nectar
and bees to steal all the pollen.
One day, if they do,
I assure you
it's not the sweet delectable cherry
that'll be on my mind
but a dreamy poetic Eden
their floating petals conjure up.

Once upon a time,
while horsing around
on the playground,
we were then so young
that we'd think
we were as good as the saplings
on the campus
and never grew old.
Once upon a time,
while burying ourselves
in piles of books,
we were then so busy
that we'd never think
we'd part one day
and never meet again.
After young pretty daisies
have turned to dust
for dozens of times,
it comes to mind
that we're no different
from floating clouds,
flying farther and farther
away from each other
every moment.
Now and then,
I can't help but wonder
whether
we'll run across each other
before
we fall down as the rain.

美好的舊日

曾經
嬉戲奔馳於操場中
當時是那麼年輕
以致於錯誤地以為
就像校園裡的幼苗
我們不會變老
曾經
埋首於書冊中
當時是那麼忙碌
以致於從未想到
有一天我們會分別
而且再也不能相會
在美麗的雛菊
凋落幾十回後
才驚覺
我們無異於
漂泊的雲朵
無時無刻地飛散
距離互相越來越遠
有時候
禁不住懷疑
在我們化成雨滴
落入塵土之前
是否有緣再相逢

I like to come here sometimes to read your beautiful lines.

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Originally Posted by Danik 2016

I like to come here sometimes to read your beautiful lines.

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Thanks, Danik, for your kind reply, which encourages me to keep on penning.

I should've brought you
some amaryllis
to thank you tonight,
for you came with warm sunshine.
Monday blues in December,
are so omnipotent
that they're still haunting me
like the biting cold wind outside
though it's already Tuesday.
Had it not been
for your showing up unexpectedly,
I might've been frozen stiff
and still lying
in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.
Due to the late night,
there're no flowers now,
I still wish
this short poem could show
one millionth of my gratitude.

本該送些
孤挺花給你，
感謝你今晚
帶來陽光及溫暖。
雖已是星期二，
這十二月的憂鬱
如外面刺骨的寒風，
還是緊緊糾纏著我。
若不是你不期然地
出現，
我可能已結冰
在深不可測的
太平洋裡。
夜深無花，
以此小詩廖表心意。

I wrongly presumed
that I had a crush on April,
and that was the reason why
I chose the name for you.
Not until
your life had turned
into a wintry wasteland
did I realize
that I never did really love you.
Now I'm willing
to shed an ocean of tears
for you
if I have to
simply to implore my April
to come back home soon.

April reminds me of a longing for Spring during Winter.

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Originally Posted by YesNo

April reminds me of a longing for Spring during Winter.

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Thanks, YesNo, for your feedback and I'm glad you take it that way.

And they believe
that in the previous life
we were once lovers,
which may well explain the reason
why hummingbirds are always
attached to honeysuckles.
Although I'm not a hummingbird,
I desire nothing
more than to see your life
blooming beautifully and joyfully
as a honeysuckle.

It's freezing cold and raining.
Simply because
I have bigger fish to fry,
I have no choice
but to keep on trekking
along an endless lane,
which will lead me to heaven,
a castle in the air,
or nowhere~
it's anyone's guess.
Under a gloomy sullen sky,
I have to make believe
the scintillating spring is still here
and the icy tears of winter
on my face are nothing
but summer rain.

Waking up from hibernation
I feel as if
it had been ages and ages
since I last sniffed the fragrant spring breeze.
Just as the budding of grass and trees
doesn't make a great fortune,
I'm sure if I
keep following in the wordsmith's footsteps,
I will end up in a grassy field,
far far away from towns,
where there's not a decent job
for me.
Nonetheless, I'm sure
there must be bounteous fresh air
and soothing colors for all.

How silly was I
to have borne a grudge against you
when you were a peach flower
in everyone's eye?
Maybe,
I was too young a puppy
to appreciate your hidden value
which was apparently
overshadowed by your beauty,
and that's why.
Now I've learned my lesson by heart~
It's pointless to argue with spring
over the fickle weather
if one really adores the season.

Glad to read one of your meditative poem again. Welcome back.

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Originally Posted by Danik 2016

Glad to read one of your meditative poem again. Welcome back.

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Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and your kind words.