Kingdom
Darkness grew over the kingdom,
Of where I was King!
The sky fell,
Grey!
The View from the Window
The city is reflected by the sky
in million fragmented motions
that spread beyond the limiting horizon
and wait in breathless apprehension.
I reach out the window and pull down the curtain.
Bird calls
Bird calls
In the morning
A stark reminder
That life
No matter how
Devastating
Does go on
What we feel
Is impermanent
Even when absorbed
By it
This too shall pass
This ache will dull
This day will end
Another will
Take it’s place
And it will begin
With bird calls
Sisterly Love
She is my best friend!
She is the one I turn to when I am in need.
She is the one I talk to when I am down.
She is the one who helps me off of the ground!
(#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
Hour 24: Clotted Silence
(a double tetractys to finish off)
I…
I wish…
I wish that
I could express
all the ways in which I cannot tell you
I cannot speak with silence in my throat
I wish I could
I could say
say that
I…
Window
My alarm clock buzzing and telling me to wake up from a short nap and so my brain asked me, to check the next prompt for 23 hours poetry marathon.
And this bright and glaring sun rays penetrate through the bedroom window’s curtain and greeting me to a blessed morning.
The sun warm touch, gave me the energy to continue my 24 hours journey.
I could hear birds chirping and cheer me to reach the finish line of the marathon.
it was a marvelous day, when I looked out of the window, to see people up on their feet and ready for a brand new day.
Some were going to the park for an early morning walk and some to their church of worship.
Upon my waking up, it was like,
As if, I got 8 hours of deep sleep, instead of 20 minutes break from writing poems.
I was already up before the clock warn me. I made a cup of coffee and open the window to feel the cool breeze and
Instead, I got a sun kiss from Mr. Sun.
Jungle
I hear the lions roar,
When I see the boar,
In the jungle.
I hear the waters fall,
And the mating calls,
In the jungle.
Newness
Actors are strange souls
We study life
My job is to become you
In a most authentic way
I study, I memorize my lines
I exercise and meditate ,I laugh, I curse,
I cry
I listen to the wise men speak, of things to do and not, I have discovered that being me the best I can
Is
The gift the life the journey of crea