Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.
You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.
......
I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
......
and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
......
The hair falling on your forehead
suddenly lifted.
Suddenly something stirred on the ground.
The trees are whispering
in the dark.
Your bare arms will be cold.
Far off
where we can't see,
the moon must be rising.
......
I do not ask for youth, nor for delay
in the rising of time's irreversible river
that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall
in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,
all that I have and all I am always losing
as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.
I do not dream that you, young again,
might come to me darkly in love's green darkness
where the dust of the bracken spices the air
......
She sells sea shells
By the sea shore
Where the mermaids dance
Behind the green glass door
She shouts she yells
By the sea shore
And the waves, they echo
a resounding roar
......
Walk into the room
hear the drop fall
you look so nice; I look so dull
but people use you as people use me
when I’m stuck with you, I cannot breathe
please go away
you haunt me at night and mock me at day
I can’t get rid of you
Am I hallucinating?
No matter how hard I turn off the tap,
......
A little drop of water
Evoke imagine of the creatures
A little drop of water
Refresh trees branches
A little drop of water
The Elegant Beauty of the nature
A little drop of water
Splendour blooms of the flowers
A little drop of water
Express the feelings of the writers
......
Amidst a clear, warm night
I find myself falling into an ocean
Floating and bearing witness to the relationship
Between the Earth and the Moon.
A rivalry, moreover, a friendship, as old as time:
The moon teasing her older sister
Tugging and poking the Earth’s overflowing bodies of water
And the Earth, pulling back, not allowing the Moon to disturb her slumber.
......
In the fragrant noonday heat,
Sunshine poured on meadowsweet,
And rivers and lakes sparkled,
All while rose finches warbled,
From azure sky and green trees,
And sunshine burnished cities,
In the fragrant noonday heat.