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