She waited as her brain burnt her body to a crisp.
Shaking as time passed, she just won’t relax.
Her heart is in the hands of one’s fist.
He ran far away, until one fateful day
He couldn’t keep living without her.
?They pushed and they shoved,
but never fell out of love.
I suppose no more needing to chase her.
Now the two never part,
just like at the start.
Conjoined and molded together.
Cast him not in bronze,
Nor sculpt in pottery clay,
Lay down the chisel
Where the marble bust holds sway.
Better to fold paper
In the Origami play,
So when fame has died,
He can quickly blow away.
Free the spirit from the stone and the wood.
With chisel and mallet carve
whatever it tells you.
Sit and wait here
For lines to cheer
Sit still and wait
Watch open gate
Sit with calm mind
Words soon must find
Sit to sculpt words
Thoughts now emerge
Sit with heart poise
Streams dazzle choice
Sit and know soul
Wit knows a whole
Sit still and see
Truth greets beauty
Sit for a while
Style deeper smile
Sit with word craft
Lines surge fine drafts
Sit just to feel
Moments that heal
Leon Enriquez
24 January 2016
Singapore
I would do this all again,
Sculpt a destiny divine.
Where your days and nights rhyme,
A perfect and imperfect way.
To marry and have beautiful and handsome children,
A house of happiness where you all live together.
What miracles from God,
The church, an honourable place of worship.
Days and nights with relatives divine and generous,
Reunions that the Lord provides.
A career that has been both educational and complex,
University a treasured place of learning.
Reading and viewing intelligent and educational programs,
Friends forever with us with their good deeds and kindness.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz