Though building his own tomb,
he’s not insane.
His violinist friend’s body lies
within a glass box.
Violin tunes drizzle
over memory.
This musical funeral,
he finds charming.
A corpse and a carcass are alike
in the sand.
He wonders
how long the world has to wait
before a soul emerges
out of mystery.
Life is like a light
spreading between the two misty ends.
A lion-tailed macaque,
a Malabar pit viper,
a Carpenter ant,
a golden rain tree…
all die serenely.
But blood and brain turn
a man’s death
doleful and dreadful.
Today he renovates his tomb
that stands as the sole certainty
among several uncertainties.
Poetry Nook nominated this poem for the 2019 Pushcart Prize
Categories:
renovates, death, life,
Form: Free verse
He constantly refurbishes,
revamps and remodels his home.
I asked him: why?
He said: 'I don’t have enough time, I tire easily,
I do what I can'.
When he is not working on household projects,
he sits in the dark, heavy curtains drawn.
Categories:
renovates, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Mid-autumn moon
Lanterns and lovers;
Moon cake serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Creative streak
Mood swings hurl;
Curl of night wind
~~~~~~~~~
Note book page
Await ink stains;
Splurge of verse
~~~~~~~~~
Joy hides
Sad sorrow wets;
Surge of feelings
~~~~~~~~~
Change renovates
New situation curls;
Profound sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Chameleon strays
Path of no return;
Another death stroke
~~~~~~~~~
Full moon tonight
A festive air here;
Custom attends
~~~~~~~~~
Stray breeze
Still silhouettes;
Cold night draught
~~~~~~~~~
Still verse play
Haiku moment;
Drowsy prelude
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2019
Singapore
Categories:
renovates, change,
Form: Haiku
I can almost hear the faint call of your name.
Seducing me with just a photographic memory.
Fortunately, I have lost this wretched game.
Deep inside my soul I can feel your words caressing
each vein. My blood boils, the heat intensifies.
Oh, but I mustn’t forget your mouth’s defiance.
I can almost feel the pain with the call of thy name.
Torturing the timber of my ear drum.
However, my longing demands you just the same.
Weep, I devour my dignity and continue harassing
my pain. My heart accelerates and with each beat dies.
Oh, but I must stay alive and be filled with radiance.
I can sense it now, the damned call of thine name.
Persecuting me for the fallen of vague love.
Miraculously, my body now renovates remaining tame.
Today, tomorrow, and forever; farewell, sufferable name.
Categories:
renovates, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Inscribe it all down
Just read it do not make a sound
Leave nothing behind
Poetry is the world of creative minds
Some words quite short-lived
Support and respect is what you need to give
Poets are possessed of senses
That allowed them to perceive
Read it with a thoughtful mind and you will receive
For tomorrow is never yesterday
Far beyond what words can say
Or any eyes could see
Keep reading just do not believe me
We have perception and knowledge
That is what makes us skilled and polished
Like water the words flow
Very gifted as a prophet as well;
Friend to Gods and heroes,
With so many tales to tell?
I do not depend on man’s well-being or material prosperity
It is like trying to cure the outward symptoms and neglect the main cause of the malady
Poetry is generally viewed as the look of human joys and sorrows
I will always put pen to paper whether it is today or tomorrow
Poetry has reached a higher level of consciousness and inspiration
There is no other explanation
It renovates a satisfying experience and delights
That is why I love to write
Categories:
renovates, art, imagination, inspirational, love,
Form: Rhyme