Sunday

Feel the year-end mood
Rainy punctuation,
Wetness all around


Touch of strange passion
Words stretch away,
New permutations


Here the watcher
Stretches out waiting,
Touch of wonder


Feel the pulse
Of mental images,
Poise of new voices


I wait to know
Some surge of feelings,
Blend of new rhymes


When rhymes fail
To rhyme in time,
Awkward lines distort


Discard the fullness,
Be as empty,
Ready to be full


Words act defiant
Accessory to murder,
Creative impulse dies


Yet words make
A measure that fits,
Ordinary excavations


Be unafraid then
When muse is absent,
Time for meanderings


Poetry is best written
Fresh as a peach,
Eaten for pleasure


Verse or no verse
Distant echoes call,
Stanzas feed compact


No need to ask
Why this ash and dust,
Let the fire burn


If you must know
Death's at the door,
Dye or die anon


Do not go beyond
That unknown sea,
For life calls to you


Christmas here
Tropical promontory,
Crumbling facades


Soon this old year
Must die to resurrect,
Phoenix reborn again


Only three more days
Till a new year
Arrives at the doorstep


Soul journeys feed
Wonder and wander,
Return to sender




Leon Enriquez
28 December 2014
Singapore

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