John Fleming Poet Rhyme

Li Wenliang

Staring outwards my pale, stricken face;
          My face a pale moon floating on a sea.
    Before the cherries bud I will be gone;
Hereafter blossom drops...try remembering me.










My small and insignificant tribute to a hero. I most fervently pray that WHO honour his memory. Whomever or whatever your God is Li Wenliang...may he cherish and watch over you forever. Amen.

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Pandita Sietesantos February 27, 2020 at 10:14 AM Simply beautiful - beautiful in its simplicity! Love the amazing imagery - what a tribute! Hugs. Pandita John Fleming March 27, 2020 at 7:29 AM Thank you, Pandita! Please be assured...you will always be most welcome here. My very best wishes! :) john

Vijay Pandit February 16, 2020 at 7:35 AM Awesome sentiments--you honor a great human being and a doctor--well done, John. John Fleming February 17, 2020 at 1:22 PM Thank you, Vijay. And many thanks for visiting and leaving such kind comments. My very best regards as ever. :) john

Andrea Dietrich February 12, 2020 at 3:37 PM such poignancy in this one, john. you said you were interested in exploring haiku. I do believe this one could actually be reduced to that form! John Fleming February 13, 2020 at 7:37 AM Thanks for the visit Andrea...and for your kind comments. My very best wishes! :) john

Andrea Dietrich February 12, 2020 at 3:37 PM or a senryu perhaps (more about emotion than about nature) John Fleming February 13, 2020 at 7:40 AM As always, you make some very interesting and constructive points, Andrea -- much obliged! P.s that last line has given me a devil of a job getting it into print...just changed it again for the umpteenth time. :)

Connie Marcum Wong February 9, 2020 at 3:58 PM A beautiful tribute to a doctor who made the ultimate sacrifice knowing how deadly this disease was, in trying to warn others knowing he would be punished for his efforts. Outstanding metaphors in this gorgeous poem! So sad. xxoo John Fleming February 10, 2020 at 12:35 AM I am struggling to find words that can add anything further to your own magnificent tribute, Connie. Suffice to say here was a man who sought only to serve mankind...regardless of their nationality or creed. I will never forget that picture of his face shortly before his death as he lay in hospital -- he must not be forgotten!! My warmest regards as ever, Connie. :) john

Brenda Chiri February 8, 2020 at 10:48 AM Wow John! This truly was amazing living up to the high standards that your work deserves you have truly captured my attention and I do love this! John you never cease to amaze me!;) Brenda Chiri January 10, 2021 at 5:17 PM Why John you would be here allowing others the pleasure of your words! Here’s to hoping one day you will read your work to me in person!:) John Fleming February 10, 2020 at 12:38 AM Ahhh, Poetess. My faithful commentator and critique...where indeed would I be without you? With fondest thoughts always. :) john