The Poetry Marathon

The solitude of a simple forest cabin at the water’s edge,

Or the luxury of a glass penthouse overlooking the city lights.

It does not matter where I may be,

An eclectic, well-filled library is what I need,

A chaise longue and good, hot coffee,

Right by a warm, crackling fireplace.

For all I ask is a good book,

And a light to read her by.

© 2021 S Phua

Let me slumber now

an eternity awaits

as I decompose

© 2021 S Phua

If a tree falls in the forest,

Does it make a sound?

If a thought appears,

But does not take root,

Does it count?

© 2021 S Phua

you yearn for the sun, growing to escape

my stifling selfishness, cannot hold you back.

who am I, to stand in your way,

the time has come, to cast me off

without a second thought, no glances back.

reach for the stars, aim for the heavens.

I will hold you back no more.

© 2021 S Phua

this old, dim lantern

can hardly illuminate

my stroll in the dark

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Once at the beach,

I walked on and on.

Following the shore’s meandering contours,

To see where its siren curves led.

I was curious to reach the end.

I never did.

© 2021 S Phua

a caterpillar

in the quiet bamboo grove

does not stop to think

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this long road ahead

presents opportunity

I leave all behind

© 2021 S Phua

The instinct that tells one to step in, or step away.

To discern others’ emotions, or anticipate their thoughts.

An intuition that can’t be explained, and cannot be taught.

A ‘spidey’ sense which cautions.

A gut feeling impossible to ignore.

That prescient lucidity that warns.

Second sight, ‘third eye’, sixth sense,

Telesthesia, clairvoyance, ESP,

“Be one with the Force”, as they say.

This invaluable insight,

This penetrative perception,

A precious gift for the fortunate few.

© 2021 S Phua

the strange light beckons

me to approach without fear

this new dimension

© 2021 S Phua