The warm light streams through
The wide bright windows, dappled;
My poor heart aches - breaks.
#755 On These Final Hours
The last hours trickle
Down to these final seconds
The final leaf falls.
#747 On Swimming and Sinking
Some days, Life throws you
For a loop, and you can try
To swim, or just sink.
#743 On Me Imagining You
I imagined you,
The love of my forlorn life,
And here you are - mine.
#740 On The Burying Prize
What will you do when
The prize you sought for so long
Seeks to bury you?
#739 On This Leaden Crown
These thoughts weigh heavy
Like a leaden crown on thorns.
A most caustic prize.
#738 On Being Overmatched (No Country for Old Men)
“I feel overmatched,”
He said with resignation.
His world was all dust.
#737 On The Magic of Pencils
A wooden pencil
Dances across the blank page
Weaving a dark spell.
#726 On The Great Melaka Race
In the midday sun
Frantically chasing checkpoints
A genial whirlwind.
#729 On Your Cruel Heart
My heart burns for you:
You who have no want of me
You, and your cruel heart.