
Charged lightning pours an
Angry light on this field of
Deaf, dumb, dead bodies.
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard
Charged lightning pours an
Angry light on this field of
Deaf, dumb, dead bodies.
I whispered to God,
And in her ear, a prayer for
His Benediction.
Bright blinding sky casts
Eddied reflections on the
Muddy, jealous sea.
Kaya sungguh khazanah Tuhan
Rezki datang tiada diundang
Tumbuh harap di hati rawan
Bagai bunga mekar berkembang
Mekar kembang tiada terkilan
Besar hati menadah budi
Undang tuan hamba junjungkan
Moga rezki kemas terpatri.
Faint droplets fall in
Whispered hush - my eyeglasses
Mist up, smeared with wet.
Under torrent lash
Of solar glare, I sip my
Cup of languid bliss.
She fled away in
The night, doe-like, chased away
By her Growling Bear.
Subterranean
Cave of literary joys:
Euphorical me!
Beyond mere sight, the drone of jet-heeled thrust
Propels these numbered souls through sky, through clouds
Aboard this metal wing we embarked, flocked
And flecked with hopes and honeyed dreams ablaze.
Hurtling through the smoky night, we sail thus
Within tubular confine, nonchalant
At the miracle of modern flight, such
Being this, our present state of blessed grace.
Lives thus emplaced in Techne’s steady hand,
We embrace the calm slumber of meek souls.
Always, the best things in our lives, they come
Unbidden, unasked, unexpectedly.
What does it take for the pale slivers of
Random good fortune and fate to greet us
And beckon us with grace and welcome smile?
How is it that such blessings often bid
Welcome only once Time has done its work,
When Aeschylus’ awful grace has worn down
Grieving hearts into spartan fists, never
Falt’ring in their austere, singular task
Of mournful remembrance for what once was?
And yet, and yet - Fortuna will demand
That we wipe our tears and hoist sails anew:
Fresh winds now come to stir this placid sea
A new adventure calls - we sail today.