Overwhelmed, overwrought, overawed am I Alone in this prayer cell, on knees I bend Reverently and humbly, I reflect, “Oh my” Before God, I dare not lift my head My form prostrate, I contemplate, and Yet, all I can do is think Unceasingly of my…

We should talk more. So I’ve been told. Let it all out. Express my emotions. Share my thoughts. Say how I truly feel.   This psychology on a dime, May all be very fine. But you have known me all this time, That I cannot…

Seeing my bold child, Taking off her training wheels, Oddly reassures.   © 2017 S Phua

Three decades it has been. Has it really? How time flies.   Long walks on mossy ground. Short breaths in the crisp air. Careful treks down the hill on moonless nights.   Fitfully warming hands by dying embers. Shivering under musky covers, And scant heat…

“A body at rest, stays at rest …”. I fall asleep waiting for you. Against my fear, but I am just so, so tired.   “… Unless a force exerts itself, …” You wake me up with one wrench of my hair, And a backhand…

Walk down this road, Wherever it leads you.   Walk off this path, However far you wish.   Forage to survive. Build to create.   Forge your own destiny. On this pitiless earth.   © 2017 S Phua

Who were you that I saw, A face among many, In that passing crowd?   Who were you that I saw, Still haunts my dreams, To this very day?   Who were you that I saw, Anchors me to the past, Never letting go?  …

Today, I read Of bodies long fallen Into icy graves. Undisturbed for decades, Unseen until now.   Yet another by-effect Of global warming Lays bare the consequence Of our ambition, And folly.   The dire onslaught Of climate change Imperils our finite earth, Opening it…

Sunset hues  creeping up to palette the evening sky. The Sun descends in the distance. A pandemonium of parrots perched high among the branches of the almond tree are camouflaged   with the  color of leaves. The sun sets: it’s time  for them  to fly…

the bench beneath the apple tree has collapsed like my grandmother’s lungs but the tree still gives fruit and she still makes dinner folds clothes   see when a tree dies it does so slowly piece by piece until the dead weight is too much…