First Poem By Pipi Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

FIRST POEM

Heavy clouds in the air
are drifting by languidly
suffocated and in despair
with killing and calamity eyes
is this intriguing and wise?

Idiosyncracies
too many tragedies
and whirling symphonies
the clouds are silently passing by
high up in the sky

the colors on my canvas
no dust nor ash

but light blue and deep sea blue colors
crimson red and deep purple
amalgamating as rapid as a turtle

these words entwined
yonder in the abyss
aqua is becoming froth
downwards along the water lilies

I'm wandering all my life
on grails of sand, and muddy trails of land
soaked wet, oft dirty in the final
but no buds nor wild rose flowers
many hours in the horrendous showers
I saw she running from my inside
leaving I alone with only shady words
such absurds….
I still have to note those words….

Pipi

AD.20 Sept 2016Tuesday
@ 8.54 hrs AM- 11 C degrees

Published today by
Sylvia Frances Chan
AD. Saturday The 30th of June 2018
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