A quiet puddle

Photo taken at the Taiping Lake Gardens


a quiet puddle
yearns for yesterday’s rainbow
gentle autumn rain

A chorus of chimes

Pic taken at Chang Rai, Thailand.


a chorus of chimes
dainty bells ring in the sun
on a windswept day

The daffodil

Photo by Cheezbucketgirl.

I gazed upon a daffodil
lazing in the dawn.
Drooping in the morning chill
she then gave a yawn.
With a shriek that shook the hill,
in a flash I was gone!

Tropical Delight

Soft hairy spines on the outside
Around an oval or round shape;
A woody seed on the inside.

The colour changes as it grows,
From green to yellow and to red;
And like the flowers of the rose,
The fruits are clustered in a head.

Remove the leathery thin rind;
A whitish fruit just like a grape
With succulent flesh you will find.

The juicy type clings to the seed;
It’s watery and often drips.
It’s the firm type I like indeed
That’s crunchy like potato chips.

[a roar]

Pic by Tammy_M

a roar
swirling in the mist
waterfall

[in the morning]

in the morning
above a still muddy lake
a lotus blooms


The lotus grows in muddy water and rises above the surface at dawn to bloom into a beautiful flower, unstained by the mud. As such, it is a symbol of purity as well as hope.

Atop My Favourite Hill

When I returned to my old house,
Nostalgia creeps in to arouse
A yearning for the days of old,
Of childish spats and antics, bold;
When peace prevailed across the land
Of lush green fields and grazing cows;
I will wait for you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill.

I gaze upon the old hill there,
Upon the hill slopes with parts bare;
Where brownish rooftops seem to hide
Among the treetops that abide;
The roads below wind gently and
Loud honks of car horns fill the air.
I will look for you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill.

Like sentries, lampposts queue in line
Beside the trees that grow so fine;
Inviting birds to have a rest,
Thick cables wait for their behest;
With crickets chirping as a band,
The only thing we lack is wine.
I will dance with you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill.

Where is the cool, swift-flowing stream
Where minnows frolic in my dream?
Where are the gorgeous butterflies
Which dance amongst the flowers, nice?
If I knew who is in command,
If I could lay my hands on him …….
I will cry with you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill