What first do I see? The bearing of your stature, The timbre of your voice, The brilliance of your smile, The respect in your manner, The warmth of your handshake, The content of your words? Or is it, the colour of your skin?…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Goddess Freya in my Garden (24th hour)
Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free Crickets chirping their way through the grass Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food The…
(#9/24): “Arachnophobia”
Couched in my Lazy-Boy, Beer in one hand and Remote in the other, I channel surf idly, And chance upon this ridiculous movie, Of giant lava-breathing, fire-spewing spiders, Spawned from the depths of hell, Ludicrously called “Lavalantula”. Starring the cast of “Police Academy”, Playing…
(#8/24): “Loneliness”
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…
(#5/24): “Remembrance”
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…
(#3/24): “Creation”
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
(#2/24): “Obsession”
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? …
Poem no.24 Triplicate
Very little (if any) poetic merit in this, my final poem for the 2017 Poetry Marathon. But an awful lot of love. When I look at the old farm around me Three things I never fail to see: I accept how it is, I remember…
(#1/24): “Revelation”
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…
Windows of My Soul
I look out and see the possibilities of my life. A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore. It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled. There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach. I hear the song. I…