Tricia Mae Chua Poems

Formless gray sky
On a rainy Friday morning
The rushing breeze tossing
Rain drops pitter pattering down
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Thank you so much for the complements.
I'm not usually one for stating things plainly.
But since you were so kind as to say it,
I'd say it, too,
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Frost on leaves
Shimmering diamonds
In the early morning sunlight.
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I
want
to
undress
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Poetry is music.
Poetry is song.
Poetry is the beat I feel in my bones.
Nerve endings,
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Moonsicles and life cycles,
Popsicles and icicles,
Bicycles and tickles—
All these playful particles
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Distant tree tops
Naked and aglow
in sunset drenched colors of
Pink and orange,
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My father lies motionless on a hospital bed,
His body slowly ebbing away.
With each weak heart beat
His brain falls silent,
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In inner places still and silent,
Grows a quiet longing
That causes my heart to go about
In restless soulful pacing.
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Two hearts patiently waiting in poetic gestation
Past regrets alongside future not-yets,
And the present filled with
the hopes and dreams of a life together.
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