a trout in shallow water
in the fading light...
carefully you slide your hand beneath its belly
and with the other softly stroke
… its fin
for a moment it yields to you
only to slip away into the silver waves
of confined time...
We live our lives as if there will always be another day,
often taking advantage of those around us,
much like an alcoholic unaware of their addiction
or a tobacco smoker oblivious to the smell of smoke.
It often takes someone pointing out the changes for us
to truly see and understand our impact to things around us.
Seasons change,
And we rearrange
Our lives, passing by
Like the howling winds that cry.
Today we are,
But tomorrow by far -
We are not the same,
As we find ourselves in another frame!
The grass withers,
The flowers fade,
The road bends,
And life ends
On this transient earth -
Is life worth it?
04.08.2021
Copyright © 2021 by Crystal David John
Driving my old, worn-out car,
By chance, near the campus of Chosun University,
I saw a beautiful woman walking by.
Before I knew it, my eyes were locked on her.
Inside my "Blackie," a car with window tinting long faded,
It felt as if I were breathing in her sweet scent
For nearly a thousand seconds,
Sending her a silent, admiring greeting.
But with the sharp instinct of a cat’s whiskers,
She sensed the wave of my gaze
In a mere 0.00001 seconds.
"What a loser, staring at me like that!"
"At least he recognizes beauty when he sees it!"
And then, she furiously began to type on her smartphone,
As if channeling her pure rage.
"Hey girl, some loser in a total junk car
Keeps staring at me. So gross!"
Passing her by in my old, black junk car, leaving her far behind,
I kept driving as if trapped in a sweet, fleeting dream.
While she, as if she had just encountered a nightmare,
Shuddered in disgust and hurried on her way.
Ticking hands that never rest,
Marking moments, past and pressed.
Golden dawns and midnight skies,
Slipping softly, swift it flies.
A silent guide, yet none can stay,
Building dreams, then passing by.
Echoes fade, yet stars still shine,
In time’s embrace, yours and mine.
Seconds whisper, hours call,
Rising high, then doomed to fall.
A river flowing, never still,
Bending fate to match its will.
Laughter fades, and memories glow,
Shadows shift as seasons flow.
Hold them close or set them free,
Time moves on—eternally.
In Kyoto's gardens, cherry blossoms fall ??
Like delicate snowflakes, ethereal, beyond all
Sakura's pink, a fleeting sigh, pure delight ??
Beauty born, lost in morning's golden, radiant light
From Tuscany's hills, cypress trees ascend ??
To Santorini's sea, waves whisper, secrets send
Golden light, a moment's ecstasy, heart's refrain ??
Wind whispers truths, echoes of timeless, sweet strain
In Marrakez's medina, gold threads weave fine ??
Weaving stories, whispers, mystic, scented vine
Muezzin's call slows heartbeats, soul's true, inner pace ???
Impermanence reveals life's hidden, precious space
In Rio's samba, hearts beat fast, joyful fire ??
Carnival's moment, fleeting, pure desire
Fleur de rêve blooms, fades, yet leaves a trace ??
In goodbye, new dawn gleams, with promise, love's warm, gentle face
Moments linger, like autumn's last, golden kiss ??
Echoes of what was, whispers of what is
In impermanence, beauty's subtle, secret might ??
A fleeting dream, a memory, a whispered, heartfelt night.
Amid the noisy fair of earthly cheer,
Where traders shouted loud like thunder thrown,
Where silks and spices shimmered far and near,
And every breeze told tales the summer’d known—
There moved a maid, more radiant than the day,
Whose quiet grace made even chaos still;
The finest goods seemed dull along her way,
For none could match the charm she bore at will.
The goldsmith’s chains, though shaped with master’s care,
Could never shine as softly as her face;
The merchant’s jewels, rare beyond compare,
Turned pale beside her unassuming grace.
Her eyes—two lanterns sparked by heaven’s fire—
Held such warm wonder time forgot to flow;
And in my chest stirred something like desire,
A tender ache I’d thought I'd ceased to know.
But then the crowd—a restless, shifting sea—
Closed in around her and she slipped from sight;
And though she left no trace for eyes to see,
Her presence lingered, gentle as the night.
For in that passing glance, so brief, so rare,
She lit a spark no shadows can dispel;
And ever since, my heart, though wandering where,
Still guards her glow—the spark she left to dwell.
We love like doughnuts
sweet all around, flavorful
empty in the core
I saw you once,
and the thought of you refused to leave.
The day was fleeting,
yet I wished the same for the night,
just to let the echo of you stay with me a little longer
I wrote you poems,
scattered my heart across notes,
believing I had mastered the assignment.
But no.....
it was your love language
I was only beginning to learn.
This is different.
Unpolished, unborrowed
Its raw from the depths of my heart.
Oh, when I met your eyes,
heard your voice,
felt your touch,
I thought I had tasted life’s sweetest wonders.
Then you smiled
And the world itself seemed to pause.
Damn.
The world confessed,
This girl is out of this world.
Beauty beyond dispute,
grace beyond argument.
Love at first sight?
Perhaps.
But whatever it is,
it feels eternal,
& to me it feels just right.
Journey of Life
Life is a fleeting gift, a quest,
Where shadows dance to find their nest,
We rise and fall, like waves onshore,
Let`s hail the present, seek no more
Find beauty in strife, learn from tears,
As life is a journey, so dear.
their eyes meet for a
moment—grief flickers softly
then drifts into streets
The rain came down,
The pond overflowed
Through village paths.
The fishes, reared with patient care
Swarmed to freedom.
They darted through rills and drains,
Caught in casting nets,
Some speared in the yards,
Where rushing streams swept by.
The farmer, with hurried stride
Through drains and rills,
Tried to catch fish,
Casting his gaze with weary aim,
Pondering where the fishes gone .
The glass once lucid
now deflects glow differently.
A chuckle clenched in the wind,
blanching and flaming.
Where were we?
Footprints echo, retreat, advance
sagging floor, missing nails.
Not long enough--
like a wheeze folding in and out,
a beam of light held in a still moment.
Sagging floor, nails missing,
steps forth, then retreat.
Where were we,
blanching and flaming,
a chuckle loosed in the wind—
now the glass, no longer lucid,
deflects the glow differently.
Grown apart
we became after
a long while,
Remember those days?
Daily talks upon hours,
endless laughter,
countless stories,
shared struggles,
emotional break-
throughs,
as we both sit next
to each other in
silence.
I always remember
my best buddy,
the one who saw
me when others
left without looking
twice and held my
hand with genuine
love.
A rare gem, one of its kind
The time continues to
pass us on,
memories sealed
in a photograph of
black and white,
your smile for-
ever imprinted
on my mind,
as the years tick
one two three,
in a blink of an eye,
you’re gone…
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
.
.
Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
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