The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

It's another day
another summer evening
People are coming
and going everywhere
in this bustling city
Walking alone
on the sidewalk
beside a library
I don't feel lonely
at all
because
at least
I have my most loyal dog
my shadow
heeling me
and accompanying me
all the way home
in the sunset glow

[angliholic]

While the heat wave
in mid June
is broiling good people
as if they were turkeys
on a barbecue grill
I'm taking a rest
in a pavilion
on a hilltop
feeling heavy-eyed
and lamenting
the drooping of pretty petals
in the city
They must be all fading
like beautiful creatures
with silky tresses
losing their rosy colors
on a steamy hot afternoon
However
in the distance
all sitting still
are the blue mountains
and saying nothing

[angliholic]

I had a sweet dream
last night
In the dream
you dropped me a hint
that you're going to grace
my homely garden
on this hot and lazy day
in mid June
Therefore
I got up early
in the morning
couldn't wait to see you
for I haven't heard from you
for ages
In the afternoon
I saw a sky full of dark clouds
being blown around
in the high wind
calling up memories of
your soft and silky long hair
And now
I can hear the moaning
of thunders
in the distance
though it's pitch black
outside
If it's you that are groaning
don't be afraid
and cry out loud
let your teardrops rolling down
all over this dryland
Otherwise
how could we expect
a fresh new world
come tomorrow morning
when the sun rises
in the east

[angliholic]

Since you went away
with April rain
my garden has virtually
turned into a wasteland
Empty bottles of brandy
are piling up
like a mountain
yet this sorrow of mine
is still lying
on the safety land
Excuse me
but could you lend me a smile
so that I could bury it
in a little while
in my barren land
And wish
it might grow into an oasis
of sunflowers
an ocean of tranquility
in the memory


~~Revised

[angliholic]

As I lay my head
upon your lap
I'm able
to see the carefree clouds
drifting high above
in the light blue sky
while the swans are swimming
in the lake nearby
Summer breeze is wafting
gently
your faint fragrance
onto my body
and blowing
your soft long hair
all over my face
I feel like I'm dreaming
and I'm willing
to dream my life away
this way
to lie here
for a thousand years
and more,
to let your tender green hands
touch me,
and cover me
with layers and layers
of your loving leaves,
till one day,
of you I'm a part.
Till death, do we never part!

[angliholic]

If graceful you
you're leaving tomorrow
I will definitely
feel great sorrow
and weep endlessly
but I won't do anything
to beg you to stay
but quietly
see you off
and wish you all the best
for I know
it's time for you
to move on
in your journey
with the sweet
and intoxicating hyacinth
after bringing scent
as well as color
to the spring garden

[angliholic]

It's another day
another summer evening
People are coming
and going everywhere
in this bustling city
Walking alone
on the sidewalk
beside a library
I don't feel lonely
at all
because
at least
I have my most loyal dog
my shadow
heeling me
and accompanying me
all the way home
in the sunset glow
~~revised

[angliholic]

A crane
thin as a pole
stands alone
motionless
one foot
in a small brook
like a hunchbacked angler
and the rain
showing no sympathy
for her plight
simply
keeps drizzling
on her stained feathers
She must've been
fishing there
for the whole morning
but I can see
no fish in her beak
Her babies
at home
must've eaten nothing
but air
for several days
My feathered friend
don't you see
there is no fish
in this polluted stream
Why don't you fly
to a greener mountain
When I'm thinking out loud
it comes to mind
that I've also been
a bird without wings
for too long
that I forget
how to take off
and fly to my shangrila

[hadoanngoc]

If water were kisses, I'd send you a sea
If leaves were hugs, I'd send you a tree
If night was love, I'd send you a star
But i can't send you my heart cause that where you are

[angliholic]

If water were kisses, I'd send you a sea
If leaves were hugs, I'd send you a tree
If night was love, I'd send you a star
But i can't send you my heart cause that where you are

Thanks, hadoanngoc, for that atmospheric poem. The following is my version for you:


If water were kisses
I'd bring you an ocean
If leaves were romances
I'd send you a forest
If stars were wishes
I'd wish you a milky way
Nevertheless
I can't send you my heart
because
it's already gone away

[angliholic]

Could you tell me why
Why must a caterpillar
ruin a rosebud
so pleasant to the eye
Is it greed
or simply the green eye
that can't bear a beauty
more alluring
than a butterfly

[angliholic]

You often stand alone
in the wind
like a quiet dandelion
swaying gracefully
at a small lane
forgotten by the world
And I
I'm constantly tumbling
on many a strange road
like a tumbleweed
moving on and on
and I've forgotten the world
In the season of Zephyr
we're ready
to hit the road again
but where's our future shelter
Maybe we'll settle down
in the same pasture
Maybe not
So let us pray
fate will bring us together
in the long run

[angliholic]

While you're smiling
in the morning sunshine
and hanging
over a tall green tree
beside a mountain trail
I try to figure out
why your light blue bell
reminds me of the enigmatic smile
of Mona Lisa
All my life
I've never been aware of
the force of gravity
yet I do sense
the force of your attraction
right now
To measure how beautiful you are
will be like
finding out how mysterious
cicada singing is
I suppose
I've to hurry up
and sketch your beauty
on a white cloud
before a woodpecker nearby
strikes twelve
before you turn yourself into
Cinderella again

[angliholic]

And you're leaving today
in such a hurry
it seems only yesterday
you came to visit me
Rosebuds are still pretty
For one more day
will you be able to stay
to appreciate their beauty
together in May

[angliholic]

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