The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

INVITINGLY BEAUTIFUL


A friend wrote the above
after reading a poem of mine
but I suppose
you're more worthy of the praise
especially when wearing blue
in the blooming season
in early summer
when it's getting boring hotter
and days are lazier
Though rising from the muck
you remain clean and pure
all your life
which only adds more sublime
to your grace
If my poetry would give off half
as much fragrance
as you do to this mundane world
and bring some joy to people
I don't mind
staying in a humble hut
rather than a mansion
as you always do in the mud

If life is nothing
but a dream
let's draw it
on a winding stream
If love is a fleeting ecstasy
let's recite it
over an immense sea
If beauty is a joy
we treasure forever
we'll bury it
in our heart
like a flower in amber

If you insist to know
how old I am
Well
to tell you the truth
my soul will be forever young
as a stream
in the early spring
though my looks could be old
as the old oak tree
in the song
Tie a Yellow Ribbon ...

Yesterday
it was still a bud
and today
a full-blown blossom
What will become
of this delight
of yellow
come tomorrow
Let's drink a toast
to life
and get tipsy
for a blossom
will be
forever a beauty
when our minds
remain dizzy


Revised

Sitting
under a shady Bodhi tree
I'm thinking
when June is still here
yet the zealous singing
of cicadas is getting
as annoying
as the blazing hot summer
why I've spent
the most precious moment
in life
lingering in the meadow
breathtakingly beautiful
with abundant wildflowers
dancing
in the spring breeze
and why I never realized
in the past
that one day
I would feel too giddy
from the summer heat
to be in the mood
for even a fantastic beauty

I'm dying like the crops
in a dry and cracked field
during the drought
I've been waiting for you
for a long while
to show up
like waiting for my first love
as you've promised me
several times
but stand me up time
and again
When
in the long run
you quietly appear
I almost lose hope
Leaning listlessly
against a window
of the library
I watch you
sprinkling the water of life
on those lifeless trees
in the park nearby
and refreshing them
in no time
However
my mind is messy
as those people
frantically opening
their umbrellas and
hurrying across the streets
For the moment
I'm not sure
whether I should laugh
or shed tears
for I'm lost in thought

Living like a green sapling
hidden deep in a valley
grappling daily
with the meaning of existing
I'm afraid
the world is forgetting
about me
or on the contrary
Who knows
Maybe
only a carefree cloud knows
yet I still have a pen
to write down my dream
every now and then
on a winding stream


Revised~~

When young
as a curious puppy
I couldn't help but wonder
why you always
carried a shell
like a tower
on your shoulder
wherever you went
One day
when I grew up
all of a sudden
I became well aware
that I was also carrying
a makeshift shelter
on my back
in the immense universe
wherever I traveled
Let's get ready
The moment
when migrating birds
start
to take a seasonal journey
we'll fly north with them
Revised~~

If you feel like calling
on me
you need not run
all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles
for another day
for
like a whimsical zephyr
I'm everywhere
except
at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul might be
still lingering
in a green mountain
where
a clear stream is flowing
serenely by
day and night


Revised

You'll never know
whenever I miss you
I simply turn to gaze
admiringly
at the marigold
in my garden
shiny green
fragrant and pretty
young as you are
enjoying the sunshine
in late June
What if the sun
forgets to shine
this coming summer
I'm afraid
she
as well as your smile
won't flower
If you forget
to send me blessings
from the other side
of the world
once in a while
via the breeze
I'm afraid
my poetry won't fly
in the coming years

The distance between us
seems as though
you're a pretty romantic cloud
born to wander
in the sky blue
forever and ever
and I'm a small rippling river
lying by a meadow
with bright splashes of yellow
willing to sing a song for you
today
as well as tomorrow
Maybe you're too far away
to hear my lovely melody
and I don't mind
you're living the life of a drifter
as long as you deeply
impressed your charming figure
once on my clear water
Revised

I still am enjoying your atmospheric poetry. It is uplifting to read daily.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Buh4Bee

I still am enjoying your atmospheric poetry. It is uplifting to read daily.

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Thanks, Buh, for your atmospheric feedback which made my day

Why must spring
turn easily
into summer
when a pansy
young and pretty
longs to stay a bit longer
Why does my mind
tend to go blank
Why must spring
turn easily
into summer
when a pansy
young and pretty
longs to last a bit longer
Why does my mind
tend to go blank
when Muse
suddenly
weeps
on a beautiful
Sunday morning
If you're able to find me
a decent reason
I'll write a poem
dedicated to you
in the season
of tiger lily
blooming like crazy

Can it be possible
that you're a rainbow
If not
why couldn't I come across you
when I miss you most
I'm a dry meadow
on a hot steamy afternoon
longing for cool showers
of blessings
falling from the heavens
If you really are
you'll surely refresh me
calm me down
and inspire me
with summer rain
before I have a chance
to witness
the most captivating overpass
in the sky