Melati Hussein Poems
|1.||Return To Sender?||9/28/2015|
|5.||The Convenience Of A Ballpoint||10/4/2015|
|6.||The Smallness Of Insignificance||10/28/2015|
|8.||Passing Through Autumn||11/8/2015|
|9.||The Day The Sky Fell Down||11/11/2015|
|11.||The Death Of Autumn||11/27/2015|
|13.||The Threads We Weave||12/6/2015|
|14.||The Immensity Of A Word||12/10/2015|
|15.||Out Of Season||12/15/2015|
|19.||In A Maze||2/27/2016|
Comments about Melati Hussein
If only your thoughts were as translucent as my soul
My being has become a museum
A contemporary collection
Although my memories have not been catalogued well
Having spoken to you
You have become both nearer and further away
Waiting to see you
Hoping to see you
It's a fool's game
I still harbour a kiss
My lips are primed
And perhaps unable to obey the metal of my mind
Will you perceive all of this the moment our eyes meet?
There is no veil for a translucent soul.
And you said you are as well
Hope isn't usually something
that suddenly jumps out
shouting and screaming.
It often meanders
wandering up behind you
when you least expect it.
The problem with this
is that sometimes you don't realise
Then hope goes wandering off again
leaving you unaware
that hope was so near.