Whispers

Good evening! It is the second day of Hari Raya. To all Muslim friends, Selamat Hari Raya and enjoy your reunion with family and friends. Wishing everyone happy holidays this long weekend.

For this week’s Malaysian Writers FB group poetry challenge, the word prompt was ‘secret’. I wrote a piece about secrets and gossipers. When do innocence things become scandals? When can people stop overworking their imagination? 😉

I decided to write this poem in a 5-7-5-7 format, with an A, B, A, B rhyming scheme. This means:

A (5)
B (7)
A (5)
B (7)

Well, I just wanted to play around with the rhyme and syllables. 😉

Tulipmania @ Flower Dome, Gardens by the Bay, Singapore

Whispers

Whispers in the trees
Echoes in the green valley
Soft buzzing of bees
You know the secret, surely?

Indistinct voices
Lamentations of anguish
Poorly made choices
What were they thinking; their wish?

Ill-fated embrace
A sullied reputation
Fall into disgrace
Prey of imagination

Foolishness of youth
The simplicity of thought
Quagmire of sooth
Who would believe what they ought?

Khor Hui Min
18 July 2015

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Spread Your Wings and Fly

While I’m on a roll, I crossed over from Friday to Saturday and decided to write Saturday’s poem as the shroud of sleep descends upon me as surely as the moon smiles mysteriously from above… 😉

A cycad butterfly dances and twirls round and round on a large torch ginger flower in an orang asli village, in Ulu Gombak, Kuala Lumpur.
A cycad butterfly dances and twirls round and round on a large torch ginger flower in an orang asli village, in Ulu Gombak, Kuala Lumpur.

Spread Your Wings and Fly

Spread your wings and fly
Feel the air under your wings
Wave as the birds fly by
Soar as their voices sing

Rise above the clouds, go higher
Let your doubts melt away
Spread your wings and go further
Be someone’s shining light today

Jump and plunge from the dizzying cliffs
Only to glide effortless above the water’s edge
To be the one who supports, carries and lifts
Uplift somebody’s life today; help them off their ledge

Khor Hui Min
11 July 2015

Gift of Life

The weekend has come a-knocking. Hope y’all will have time for de-stressing and relaxing. Here’s a poem I just wrote whimsically, all the while smiling. Hope it brightens up your day, wherever you may be. 🙂

Wildflowers bloom in the spring at Ximen Arch beach. Photo taken on 12 March 2015.
Wildflowers blooming in the springtime at Ximen Arch beach, northern coast of Taiwan. Photo taken on 12 March 2015.

Gift of Life

The here and the now; gifts of life they are
Nothing else comes close; nothing else on par

A human creation, elaborate is time
Endless ticking, no reason or rhyme

But life, a precious gift beyond compare
Among the stars in the universe rare

Like the jewels in the heavens, our gift
Although its passing is delicate, swift

Our dear gift to use; each and every one
Infinite possibilities; a tonne

Don’t be timid; go and stretch your limits
Chart your future, far as the stars permit

Every father, mother, sister, brother
Dream big; let’s find solutions together

Khor Hui Min
10 July 2015

Let’s take a moment to remember all the little gifts that we are grateful for, like the sun shining in the sky, the rain quenching our lands of their thirst, our thoughtful and loving family, our understanding and considerate friends, and a healthy body and agile mind… 🙂

Love’s Conundrum

Life’s been busy lately. A lot has happened. A lot to be taken in. All at once. But life goes on. So here’s a new poem, because I love writing poems and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This one’s for the Malaysian Writer’s FB group. There’s a poetry prompt every Wednesday, and I look forward to it. The word for this week is ‘love’.

Autumn in Mt. Meili National Park (October 2013)
Autumn in Mt. Meili National Park, Shangri-La, Yunnan Province, China (October 2013)

Love’s Conundrum

Love’s lost; Love’s gained
Doesn’t it drive one insane

Why is it that humans seek
Love in every cranny; both strong and meek

Why can’t we be left on the shelves
Existing wholly by ourselves

Why can’t the clock stop ticking
Let us smell the roses and enjoy living

Why can’t we set up house alone
With gardens, cats, Internet and phone

Why must pesky relatives ask
When’s your turn? Best get on the task

Pesky relatives leave; be gone!
Mind your brood; your day here is done

No love’s been lost; no love’s been gained
Let’s love ourselves today; no time to be pained

 

Khor Hui Min
2 July 2015