The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

You were about to bloom
before you slipped and fell
during a storm
leaving a haunted garden
for me
to reminisce
about the unforgettable days
when I watered you
pampered you
and protected you
Now all the sweet fruits
I'd expected you to bear
in the past
have turned to ethereal smoke
I dare not blame
the high wind
or the heavy rain
that took your precious life
for your siblings
in the same family
are still alive
and kicking
After tears run dry
today
I have no choice but
to muster up enough courage
to struggle with sorrow
tomorrow

Yesterday
I rejoiced
when I noticed
that you were in bud
so pure and sublime
that I never thought
you belonged
to this mundane earth
When I learned
today
you're sometimes troubled
by the weather
my heart hurt
like being pierced
by a stabber
I dare not
keep on thinking
what will become of you
when the day
after tomorrow
is eventually here
But
after seeing
an optimistic smile
shimmering on your face
I let out
a sigh of relief

When we’re proliferating
in the veggie garden
farmers view us as uninvited
unwanted guests
and try every way possible
to banish us
from the eden
While in the desert
people're doing their utmost
to protect
and pamper us
simply because
we turn the fruitless
into an oasis
Whether people treasure us
or not
wherever we are
we’re the same green grass
as always

East is not west
West is west
When you wake up
you may find a yellow rose
unfurling
in the refreshing morning
but you won't find
any traces of me
for I've gone
chasing the wild geese
in the evening glow
over the Pacific Ocean
Wish me luck
to catch one
and fly it all the way
across the Atlantic Ocean
to meet you there
in England

I meant to send you
earlier today
a bunch of yellow roses
by air mail
but
on second thoughts
they might have spent
their vibrancy and fragrance
I worried
before even reaching
the English Channel
so I'm drawing a bouquet
instead
on this page of poetry
which will be delivered to you
in a minute
by way of email
Hopefully
it'll light up your face
and bring out a smile
more charming
than all the blossoms
in England

As the heat wave
is in full play
I may
appear droopy and fade
in the sizzling hot sun
As long as I hold on
a little longer
I'm sure
I'll be able to savor
the most mesmerizing
evening glow
in a few hours or so
The beads of sweat
on my little face
are going to
convert into simmering
dewdrops
come tomorrow morning
Hanging on
till next season
I'll have a good reason
to harvest
the rainbow-like
falling leaves
from the heavens


Revised

The cicadas won't stop bawling
it's not
due to the heat waves
in July
but you that vanished
without a goodbye
Summer breezes
is still breezing
yet this lonely empty chamber
of mine
is sobbing
like a heart shaped leaf
fading and falling
from the green vine
simply
because you're missing

Good Stuff! Enjoyed!

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Originally Posted by tonywalt

Good Stuff! Enjoyed!

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Thanks, Tony,
But which poem did you refer to?

Walking in the rain
alone
on this July afternoon
I hold 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 wish
the singing
and dancing rain
would wash away
my grief
together with the dust
and dirt
from those
darling green leaves

Without your blessing
I'm nothing
more than a walking dead
I walk
but don't know
where I'm walking
I eat
but don't know
the flavors of food
I sleep
but don't know
what sweet dreams are
I write
but don't know
the meaning of my words

If you
pick a pure white lily
for me
and place it
on the tomb
of my innocent youth
I'll write you
the last poem of romance
and bury it
in the tomb
along with
the bewitching mirage
of your mesmerism

I wrote a poem for you
but I haven't sent it to you
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender
Although
we're half a world apart
you should've read the words
by now
for they're from the depths
of my heart

Revised

Tired of living a life
of sparrows
gleaning grains
left in the field
here and there
by some reapers
chitchatting
about trivial matters
all day long
and killing life
without mercy
this way
I wish to fly away
some day
and high up
in the vast
and mysterious heavens
like carefree cranes
if not like
those magnificent eagles
Nevertheless
on second thought
I'm afraid
it might be too cold
up there
let alone lonesome

All my life
I've enjoyed flying
like a migratory bird
I never thought
I'd get tired
both of and from flying
one day
for it was my joy
my freedom and my life
In the next life
if there is one
I wish
to be a piece of cloud
roaming in the sky
and seeing this fantastic world
in a carefree way
eternally
never getting old
not to mention
getting sick and lonesome
On the other hand
I'll be more than willing
and happy
to turn myself
into timely rains
the moment
when people need me