Plumeria
Here by the road the old tree stands,
Watching the sun rise and then fall;
Watch change bring loads in wonder's plan,
Watch seasons run with touch of gall.
Touch bears the strain of moody sense,
Hurts heal in time with pulse and poise;
Hurts lined with pain wear bitter tense,
Hurts break old chimes with awkward voice.
Rise beyond sad the broken plate,
Surge beyond dread what fancy fits;
Surge of thoughts bad in empty fate,
Surge of things dead in hollow wit.
Yet flowers bloom to anchor joy,
Outcomes now groom life's sanguine ploy.
Leon Enriquez
22 August 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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