The last Plumeria flowers
Robert Chung
The fall equinox passed away a long ago
I’m the last flower left over
Early morning you stopped walking by
Don't inquire of me why or how
If briefing, I must not let the sunset depart
Someday, missing me as passing by,
You may chat with each other
Through the night till dawn breaking
the queen of flowers
symbol of birth spring and love
hued belle of the dawn
elegant, lovely
varicolored or one shade
more fragrant at night
a beloved queen
on the green, scent meets freshness
in hour of power
darling of Hawaii
for beauty, sunshine's falling
in rich golden days
Memory intrudes
In flash of insight;
The moment exudes
Poignant profound light.
Passage of time here
Collects sanguine blooms;
Message in old cheer
Surreal as strange rooms.
So quickly now catch
Plumeria fragrance;
Watch old fancies match
Scented lost brilliance.
Coming back to see
That well-seasoned tree;
Flowering beauty
In a timeless spree.
Red and yellow-white
Simple flowers speak;
Breezy dance can cite
Warm feelings that peak.
Nicole Green of old
Unfurls memories;
Journeys calmly bold
Forge our life story.
Leon Enriquez
27 September 2015
Singapore
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
Make what you will the old tree speaks,
Yield to things fond in sanguine cheer;
Prize a fond thrill as moments streak,
Live thoughts that spawn a good feel here;
Urge strains to reach a fine embrace,
Mind and heart know a fruitful spree;
Echo and niche pure soul and grace,
Rich flowers show a zesty glee;
Imprint a face of glorious tints,
Answer the quest of pulse and bloom.
Trace a fine space of wondrous hints,
Reach lovely fest in airy room;
Express a surge of ecstasy,
Embrace fond urge of mystery!
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2015
Singapore
Scent of plumeria,
Early evening stroll;
Stray of nostalgia,
Moist winds hurling toll.
Curbside walkway route,
Straying feet trample;
Flowers grounded loud,
A carpet ample.
Old tree in moonlight,
Streaks of radiant waves;
A poignant insight,
A pulse comes to save.
In silence I
Feel the stillness speak;
A touch brings a sigh:
Joy plus sadness peak.
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore
September cascades
Old plumeria tree sighs
Blossoms of red and yellow
Swiftly time evaporates
The old year gone too soon
Ageing new year ushers autumn
Grounded time falls away
A new September intrudes
Once again with blossoms
Flowery garden path
Weathered wood bench welcomes
A moonlit stranger's sigh
The crickets are gathering
A massive show of voice
This surge of darkness greeting
Dear wanderer take heed
This fleeting world abides
Within a strange diaspora
And when you look, look deep
To see if you can see and lift
A flicker of truth to unravel
Leon Enriquez
16 September 2014
Singapore
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