A Tree In The Sea

I am a tree at the water edge

My roots hold tight to the cobbled beach

The trunk pushes high with spreading foliage

Which sway and rhyme with the gentle breeze

In solitude here I stay

A stopover for birds in the day

To take a breather and have their say

Then off they go flocking away 

I am a tree and here I grow 

I stand in the way of the water flow

With gentle ripples and the surface shine

Holding onto memories in your mind

The wind blowing

The waves roaring
As the tide is rising

And part of me submerging
In hiding

I am a tree in the sea

When tide is low you will see all of me.

Blue Kingfisher Blues

The kingfisher perched high on a casuarina branch

Walking along the beach at the sea front

My feet would sink in the soft loose sand

It slows me down

Making  me stop and stand and look around

There perched on the kasuari branch

I have seen many a time

A bird glowing blue shone by the morning sun

Sometimes you appear without a sound

Sometimes your shrieking can reach the ground

I know, you are calling a friend

I hope to meet up with more of your kind

Then you would disappear, flying away at lightning speed

Though doubting your coming back , I would still patiently wait

And as my patience is running thin

There you unexpectedly soon come again

Ah . . . you are back alone without companion

Though you keep calling with your piercing sound
And a mouthful to share to bait attraction

No one seems to pay any attention

It is okey friend

Here I am . . .

The Kingfisher 

Birds In The Rain

Here is my favorite place

In the morning where I perch

Between flights in my search

For food to survive

Here I use to rest

When I can shake off the dust

Pick away the pests

From my feathers to look my best

,

Sometimes together with a friend

We are here you can find

Every day at most time

Come rain or shine.

What You See Is Not What You Get

They fall, 

crazy and chaotic

hitting on the surface

they bounce up forming a broken glass

to your eyes

Beautiful transparent beads

when touched 

melt to water

when cupped

 slip through your fingers

  

IMAGINATION

Imagination is idealistic, magic. fantasy
in the realm of  possibility

sans logic 

to inhibit the mind's creativity

Imagination is
dream in the wake 

 to fantasize 

the pleasure of paradise

Imagination is invisible 

and abstract 

where the impossible

attracts

Imagination is to sooth
the hurts
of cuts and bruises
of  hearts

Imagination is escapism
from the pain

and sorrow 

of the reality world

We Want More

There are no seasons here,

sunshine mostly throughout the year

But we fret at the time 

when the rain hampers our plans

There is no winter

every day in summer

yet we want a heater

'cos we can't stand the cold shower

There is no spring

autumn neither

trees growing in full swing

giving shade in sunny weather

I can go on and on 

and sing about the good things we enjoy

but we still will look beyond

the border

and feel 

what we are blessed with 

is always lesser

Sitting On The Rock

The rock by the river solid and steady

Inside is amassed a lot of stories

Inscribed on it words of promise

With the passing of time have become histories

Sitting on the rock by the riverside

 Till the tide was on the ebb

Enjoying a pastime of giggle and talk

Defying the ticking of the clock

The innocence of kids world
Of sweet moments in the smiles show
Reminiscence in a faded photo

Of a time so long ago.

Dedicated to the boy in baju Melayu on his birthday, 26 October.  

First posted in my other blog meintheswim