I sew the words onto a veil
in a serene style
I call on the inspiration spirit
for a speechless command of needlework
each time my creativity halters
veils upon veils have been finished
I pile them up as treasure
Muse came to me with a thread
I sew the words onto a veil in a serene style I call on the inspiration spirit for a speechless command of needlework each time my creativity halters veils upon veils have been finished I pile them up as treasure
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I stood in the lane
shivering in the cold The clock tower just struck two I only had a few homeless to keep me company My makeup was smudgy my feet were no longer obedient I waved to the car just passed by it was the first since midnight Stillness crept into me the dim light could not warm my sunken heart My distant mind told me it was a wrong night you bursts in laughs
like blossoming peony your gentle smile reflects mine you baby talk to me and I understand you I know you, I love you, I'll miss you! sound of wrecking veneer creeks
breaking balance of gait falls splitting other's friendship bitch ooh all these are not fine My the reflux has gone
that burning acid that discomforting upsurge has left I can once again be burried in his arm and him in mine again in our sleep I gently smile when I can feel his warmth his breath on my neck just because I can lie on my side and not lie flat while in bed |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |