Every flower is WordPress
in its own right
every leaf is quest
in the eye
of strange insects
every stroke of sad ink
will splash a paper
with desolation
every volume of poetry
celebrates a flurry
of prosperity
the end of summer then early autumn
when a pen is lifted
brows slightly furrowed
with a touch of tenderness
all seasons silenced
some ideas and thoughts are mentioned
"the moon shines amidst the shadow of flora astir
the earthliness is as real as a distant dream of yore
the enmeshment of love and hate
the complexities within the banality
don't worry, don't hurry
beautiful encounters tend to emerge
at most unpredictable moments
along with kind thoughts granted by sunshine
i've met nouns from the cave
i'd passed you by many times
always in hidden corners
emitting faint vital signs
i cherish you with a thousand feelings
all around you've sustained me
when the dream was ending"
fates are fragmented
across the elegance of ink
one word, one canvas
tracing the deep quiet silk
of the heart
the ink becomes a poem
a heaven and earth
a sun and moon
green mountains and rivers of blue
the ink becomes a word
fickle life afloat
like a fugitive
through hundreds of folds
ephemeral echoes
leaving no scars of woe
the ink becomes a phrase
flowers blossom season-long
dreams scattered
on inebriated floor
ink becomes a paragraph
a morning and evening
the twists and turns
for the heart to follow
the toing and froing
til the edge of fate
all is destined
tides high and low
rising and falling
drifting and sinking
it's what life is
all about as time goes on
vision becomes gossamer
crystal and feather
love and sorrow are
features of emptiness
conscience becomes brighter
silver and simpler
one more wave of the ink
as smile and laughter
comes to pass.
©2022, ChinHooi Ng.
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