Daffodil
sweeps away a chilly day
tempting
with exuberant charm
in the sprouting season
daffodil
dispels the remaining doubts
distills the rainy climate
with freshness
stirs up longings
like graceful sea waves
daffodil
standing inadvertently
on the edge of the fragrant season
standing straight
in the dream of the waterlily
blooming quietly
before the flood of
the peach blossoms.
Red, yellow veggies
all so beautiful
green grass
always harmonious
dew flickering on the leaves
little insects feasting on fruits
breeze sends fragrance
flowers nod
mixture of rain and soil excudes freshness
seedlings battling in the mud
small animals linger lovingly
footsteps lightly trod
afraid of disturbing the whispers
between florets and bugs
rocking chair in the afternoon
swaying silence
falls into a dream
only cicadas dispute heatedly
in the small of the courtyard
fruitful joy and happiness
takes away fatigue and exhaustion
a piece of fruit picked by hand
is the entrance of sweetness
to the snug elegant nook
of the little garden.
Buildings, streets, shops, trees, flowers,
light and shadows
these are the backgrounds
of a brightly lit city
sleepless all night
glittering cars, buses, motorcycles etc.
shuttle in the meantime
night condenses into quietude
and thrilling chill
whispers of plants
beneath the starlight
the day passes by
light as cloud
soft as wind.
A clear day
mild sunshine
flower in the field
also called wildflower
it’s light purple
a hint of morbid paleness
yet very young
dew on the seedlings
transparent like tears
no colored eyeball
taupe soil
can’t say it’s fertile
it’s vitality sublimated
partially in the sun
even though
the wildflower has no name
and the dew colorless
it’s still a clear day.
First prize
and compliment
a piece of golden
fallen leaf
softly drifting
into the dainty domicile
over time
autumn will climb
up these chalky walls.
Standing at the heart
of a river
looking forward to a snowflake dawn
touching the cheek of reed
more awake than the breeze
the stars drifting
all over the sky
quelling the fear of falling asleep
the riverbank quiet as a cat
fireflies journey to another
bright spot
the lost corners
time has changed them
like paint
memory has shifted
their places
like wheels
perhaps.
Silently
i sit at my desk
write down the draft of an idea
with a pen
words come together
in the soul
express my sincerity
write it out not just to show it
gently i
stretch my mind
engrave my heart with a message
of springtime
the word is alive
the work is the perfect embodiment
it lets life continue
create many tales and legends
and revive a spendid culture
writing
persistence is best practice
the pen and ink will naturally release
sweetness
transcendence of life
comes from a constant faith
just at the moment
when thoughts are open.
Holding memories firm
in the left hand
standing with me
the warm wheat field
on the remote wild green edge
crowd of rain clouds
with a hot sun painted
in the heart
line of hope
cuts a trembling arm
mutter of pigeons
scattered around the wheat field
patience
teaches me to respect
and sing
for the growers.
Virescent grass
dressed up in the hot summer
beautiful
puts a colorful coat on the land
radiant flowers
golden corn
a blazing friendship.
ChinHooi Ng's Poetic Notes 