The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

I could've been dandy
and charming
as an adorable butterfly
had it not been for the fact that
I was grumpy
and irritating
as a disgusting mosquito.
That said,
how should I know autumn
is more pleasing and cooler
than summer
if I hadn't fallen a victim
to the havoc
of the sweltering heat wave
in the past.

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Originally Posted by angliholic

My kind friends,

You'll never know
how ecstatic I feel
whenever I read
your encouraging comments on my writings!
"Your poems read beautifully in English,"
"Continue to enjoy the charm found in your atmospheric poetry,"
"Always love your poetry," and so on.
Your most uplifting words have inspired me
to pen more verses,
hopefully, to entertain a bit
both your mind and your soul.
Since all the flowers have gone with the summer wind;
in addition,
my muse is still on cloud nine,
I'm afraid
I'm no longer capable of crafting
anything enthralling tonight.
Nonetheless,
if you're willing to open your heart
as well as your window,
there're still cool autumn breezes to relish
before sleeping tight.

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How very sweet! :)

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how should I know autumn
is more pleasing and cooler
than summer
if I hadn't fallen a victim
to the havoc
of the sweltering heat wave
in the past.

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Yes, how very true. When the suffering in life is replaced with joy, the joy is experienced far greater in the comparison.

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

How very sweet! :)

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But not as half sweet as your kind feedback. Thanks, kiz.

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

Yes, how very true. When the suffering in life is replaced with joy, the joy is experienced far greater in the comparison.

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Thanks, well put, kiz. If there were no suffering in life, none would appreciate the sweet fruits when one comes to his enlightment.

Either I'm autistic
or my brain is impaired
to such a great extent
that it takes me almost half a century
to comprehend that
wild flowers are as good as gardens in the air,
not to be loved or fascinated with,
but to be admired from a distance.
Seeing that
they're more bewitching and inviting,
I have to keep reminding myself that
my ultimate happiness
consists in the humble flower
at home.

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I have to keep reminding myself that
my ultimate happiness
consists in the humble flower
at home.

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Oh my, such wisdom indeed. :)

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

Oh my, such wisdom indeed. :)

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Thanks, kiz, for your praise. Btw, I love your photo which leaves me nostalgic for the good old days.

When did I start falling
in love with autumn?
I myself can't find the answer;
however,
whenever I notice street trees dancing
and swaying serenely and tastefully
in the cool autumn breeze
I have a feeling
that I must be either in heaven
or daydreaming.

I saw those trees dancing; very well put.
Lovely last two lines, too. :)

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

I saw those trees dancing; very well put.
Lovely last two lines, too. :)

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Thanks, kiz. I think I didn't put it but that it came to mind naturally.

The day when
a caterpillar is enlightened and
stop ruining the beauty of a flower
is the day when
it starts transforming itself into
an admirable butterfly.

Once upon a time,
I presumed that to be strong
as a violent cyclone was everything.
Seeing that I was too adamant
to sway even myself,
now I'd rather be as soft
as an autumn breeze,
the amazing grace
that lets all the trees
lower their leaves
in a natural and willing manner.

You captured your thought well in this poem. I felt the power in the start and then the softness at the end. And I liked that. :)

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

You captured your thought well in this poem. I felt the power in the start and then the softness at the end. And I liked that. :)

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Thanks, kiz, for your kind comment.

Only a few days ago
it suddenly turned cool,
and how silly of me to think~~
it'd become warm again
sooner than later.
Now that it's getting colder,
it, at last, dawns on me~~
it's senseless
to miss the warm sunshine
just as it's fruitless
to long for the rainbow
after mid autumn
or to crave for her sunny smile
when she's gone and
the winter's around the corner.