The Waning Days of Fall

Leaves sway and fall

gently to the earth

And the wind whispers,

Come away with me.

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written for the Thursday Think Tank

over at Poets United

Srikandi

Sekar Budaya Nusantara

In the mirror, I hide from all eyes except my own. Only I can set me free. Free to embrace my past, my inheritance, my legacy. I am Srikandi.

Summer has no hold
over my restless heart
I seek the dance

The world has passed me by. It chases images, I chase dreams and the two are never the same. Sometimes I forget and I drown in limpid pictures.
I am Mutiara Hati.

The hikayat
calls me to return
to my art

Sacrifices must be made. Time. Place. Demands that must be phased. All shall mean nothing if I do not listen. To my heart. I am Suara Hati.

The pantun sings
But no one listens
Except the waves

The legends must be told. The audience must be awakened. For as they sleep and eat and play, their legacy fades away. I am Penglipur Lara.

The gamelan whispers
Upon brass instruments
The musicians long gone

Long gone...

Listen...listen to the words carried by the gentle sea breeze to your doors. I am here, let me in. I am your Srikandi.

THE WILLOW BALL 2011

Poets charm and tantalise
At the Cyber Ball of the year
We meet and socialise
And live the life of a dreamer...

My escorts for the evening:

Misha, the extraordinaire

And the sublime

Alan Rickman

Sigh...Aren't they simply divine?

Join us at the Willow Ball 2011.

The Charms of the Day

Drunk - on cherry blossoms
Swaying in the wind
Hearts on sleeves, flutter

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For Haiku Heights

The Fury of the World

It came upon us
In the bluest of nights
Darkness cloaked it well

Deep within

In the light of day
A grey change settled deep
Into our hearths and hearts

Still unseen

In time, a storm gathered
Of purple hatred and gorged fury
A torrent slashing forth

At the seams

The blackened skies asunder
Shrieks of pure terror
Invisible, invincible

One with the wind

She, stepped forward
Illuminous, in the face of fury
Drank in the torrential pain

Victorious, it seemed

Golden peace returned
And yet our saviour
Disappeared forever

Bearing our burdens, unwanted trophies
Riding the invisible winds

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This was inspired by the MagpieTales and Arian Tejano
of A Noiseless Patient Spider