The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

Painkillers effectively kills everything
ranging from your money
spouse, peaceful time, good life ... etc

You name it
they kill it
except for one mere trifle
that is

Your Pain

[angliholic]

This afternoon
not very common in January
the sun was sprinkling gold dust
lavishly
here and there
on the golden cornfield
not far away from a small hill

Tired of the hustle and bustle of city life
I took a walk there
and had a nap for a long while
to photosynthesize with those ancient pines
bathed in the yellow sunlight

At dusk
when time to pull up stakes
I rejoiced to find
this rice worm was too overloaded
with golden sunshine
to stand up
on his own two roots

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem for you
but didn't send it through
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender

Though you live half a world away
there's always a way
for you to read my heart

If my soul is the strings of a guitar
and yours the sounding box
then they are never really apart

[angliholic]

You left me just a few hours ago
which seemed ages and ages to me
Without you around
my mind has turned messy
as the disheveled hair on the head of a hobo

People say
another cold front's on the way
I'm afraid
this world will become eventually beyond hope
barren as the severe climate
in the Arctic circle
with only winds howling and howling

Don't ever leave me
my mistress
for you're my Muse
my inspiration
Only with your stroke of a genius
will I be capable of painting
in my poem
a meadow with countless wild flowers
on this freezing wilderness

[angliholic]

Wearing the slate grey sky
not unusual in January
and walking along a lonely street with the chilly wind
I felt like
living in the ice age

No sooner had I started
missing those cheerful sunflowers
which bloomed fervently
last summer
on your smiling face
than
from you
my dear Nikita
I received a well-wishing card
which
you would never believe
did thaw the iceberg
in my heart
in no time

[angliholic]

Young as a caterpillar
you shouldn't ponder
whether others like you or not
or what will be in the future

Instead
you should devote yourself to digging in
to those lush green leaves
and getting as chubby as can be

Sooner or later
it will dawn on people
that this world is much more colorful
with your presence
when you transform into a butterfly

[Buh4Bee]

This is a cute poem, it reminds me a bit if children's book called The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.

[angliholic]

This is a cute poem, it reminds me a bit if children's book called The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.

Thanks, Bee, for the nice feedback and the info. I just checked it and felt surprised. I never knew this book before you told me for I didn't grow up in England.

[angliholic]

Where are the myriad sounds of carefree laughter
we left in the air
while we were shooting the breeze
in the spring

Are they still blowing in the wind
or turning into tears
that can't bear to roll down our cheeks
like faded leaves
when fall's just around the corner

[angliholic]

On the outside
the frigid air mass is lingering

On the inside
I'm hibernating
in my lair
like a sound slumbering bear

I'm wondering
why don't we human beings
wearing the very image of the omniscient
stop killing
devastating
and exploiting Nature

Like the ferocious creature
why not take a rest
to let Mother catch her breath

[angliholic]

If you grace my humble cabin
in the snowy season
I'll efface the bleak winds and rains
from the landscape
for you
with a brush
leaving only snowflakes
falling like colorful petals from the heavens
on the sunny day

To do the trick
neither a magic pen or wand
must I need
for you're sure to bring along with you
my inspiration

[miyako73]

This is good. It has the classical flow of Buddhist writings, almost. The flow in zen poetry, for instance, is like that of a spring--undisturbed and continuous. lines 5 and 6 defy that flow. Is it better to put "with a brush" before "for you"? Again, the serenity it invokes is clear.

[angliholic]

This is good. It has the classical flow of Buddhist writings, almost. The flow in zen poetry, for instance, is like that of a spring--undisturbed and continuous. lines 5 and 6 defy that flow. Is it better to put "with a brush" before "for you"? Again, the serenity it invokes is clear.

Thanks, miyako, for leaving your graceful and insightful remarks here. And thanks for the advice.

[angliholic]

One layer after another
the fancy clothes she put on
are more than sufficient
to pass her off as a bunch of tulips
at yuletide

Nevertheless
if you care to recollect
in the season of flowers and bees
she did humble many
a butterfly
simply in her birthday suit

[angliholic]

Wandering down a country lane
I stop by a newly harvested rice field
with strewing straws
bathing blissfully in the winter sun

Not far away
several sparrows are chitchatting
like naughty noisy lasses
I hope they're not talking about me
behind my back
for I'm neither a straw man
nor will I scare them away
when they're enjoying those scattered grains

How can I explain to them
I'm lying here
simply to savor the delightful sunshine
along with the gentle touch of the January breeze

I couldn't care less
if they refer to me as a rice worm
idling away the golden day
this way
for I'm not a go-getter
and never take delight in making money
or war

All I need is peace and harmony
in the afternoon