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Wednesday, August 19, 2020

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.




Friday, February 21, 2020

Blue Kingfisher Blues



The Kingfisher
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
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.



Thursday, February 20, 2020

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

  





Tuesday, February 18, 2020

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







Thursday, January 30, 2020

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

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Life Is Like That


A tree in Mexico - picture by M


Trees grow from seeds 
spread by the birds and bees
on good earth
 a promise of growth

A tree in its prime is green with leaves
rich with showy flowers
on spreading branches

A tree in all its glory
shoots tall to the sky
 a place lofty  
for those who fly high

A tree is a beauty in nature 
giving a place character
To passers-by shelter

Alas 
it is never to last

Just as the narrative of mankind
of sagging skin and losing shine
shriveled and wrinkled
in the face of time
 the shedding away of prettiness
the eventual parting with happiness

How do trees fare 
 against the forces of nature
through time  
the leaves drop
the roots rot 
indefensible!

What now is left
 a naked tree with bare branches
functions just as a place of rest
as long as it lasts
before it slumps to the ground
to complete a lifespan.

  


NB First published on my blog me in the swim

Butterflies


Have you ever seen butterflies floating in the air
painting colors in nature
black white yellow and amber
so pure

Ever you wonder
the thousands of times the wings flutter
to stay suspended and cling to flowers
sipping heavenly nectar

Such is the beauty of the living creature
pure but not so simple
butterflies, the gift of nature 
that never fails to inspire