Poetry For Fun

You are adaptable, it's true, to thrive in soils of varied hue. Your roots can call with grace, the rocky or well-drained soils,  their place. However,  this doesn't mean, my friend, that you can thrive till your journey's end in any soil. Some places are waterlogged. Their poor and compacted soils deny to provide the air and space that your roots require. These places are quite unsuitable to reveal your potential light. You need to acknowledge wisely which place is appropriate, for your survival.  And where your acorns  can become a long-standing oak tree.

Those two blue scorpion grasses,  rooted deep in my soil,  were shining like bright beads,  free from turmoil.  They were the essence of my serene spring. Each of their sprout was a herald  of warm days that they bring. They swept away my troubles, like crystal-clear oceans,  and chased away my gloom.  They soothed every care,  and their beauty  could vanish some of the burdens I bear. One of the finest jewels that my garden could own,  they were filling my soul with compassion,  they shone... But one cold winter’s storm,  so cruel and unkind,  stripped away their splendor,  left sorrow behind.  It tore through my heart,  left it shattered and bare. Now spring feels so hollow —its essence,  is nowhere. What now will bring life,  what now will it bring?  Without my dear flowers,  what blooms in my spring?

The seasons change swiftly while the long-lost visage of the sun  is slowly gracing us with its presence. During this time,  the migrant birds dream of  returning to their homeland. Their chirps can now be heard from afar if one listens carefully for the hidden melodies  in the morning breeze. (What a celestial symphony!) Days pass by unnoticed.  The clock is sometimes like a broken record stuck in the same place. Other times, it races like an untamed horse, speeding in its frantic pace. The growing ranks of newcomers look around with curious eyes, unaware of the stories yet to arise. In the meanwhile,  your path is getting shorter. Yet with each step you have taken so far,  your sidewalks have been transformed into  a heavenly garden. Your surroundings have been filled with  the scent of daisies and rosebuds.  You still cannot help but wander  enchantedly, as you ponder:  "What will the new season be like?"

All the places that she has ever been to are cherished in her  young spirit. Maybe she walked down THAT street  one thousand times. Even though she can't remember  what she did there each time, she feels like  she knows that street  by heart  as a part  of her collective memories. She knows that  after the traffic lights  there is a statue  waving to her  across the street. She knows that  there is the black & red coffee shop at the end of the road.  She can even discern the bitterness of their coffee (merely through the power  of her thoughts). As she walks in the streets, all her memories bloom  like the thirsty flowers do after moistening their lips with sacred water. She stars to find the little pieces  of HER jigsaw puzzle. This discovery  makes her heart feel a warm sparkle of sunshine. The one that you usually feel  during springtime. She went away with a cheerful grin, reminiscent of...

My thoughts are shedding their leaves. The ones that were accepted as the truth to follow, now seem to change their colour. They softly fall from my sallow face down to the floor. I remain seated in silence on a tall wall, observing each ‘‘thought fall’’. I try to recall the old shapes and colours. Sometimes it’s so effortless. Other times it’s very arduous. However, I won't surrender and continue until the last leaf. I acknowledge that this is a natural process. My mind is a deciduous tree; with every ‘‘thought fall’’ there will be a revival.

You ventured  into the uncharted territory. As you navigated  through the bustling city streets,  you gradually  became acquainted with the intricacies of each thoroughfare. Certain streets and faces have already become  familiar to you. The unknown gradually became known. The unfamiliar individuals gradually  transformed into  valued companions. It started dawning upon you that their absence  will be keenly felt. Nonetheless, you are delighted that  YOUR PATH have fortuitously crossed  with multiple others.