Metaforical Madness



Hmmm - sometimes my brain just decides to have spurt of creativity when it is least needed, ie. in the lead up to exams when i'm meant to be cramming. A few words/phrases started sticking in my head and so strangely enough, the output is in poetic form. Anyway, enjoy (and be depressed, inspired or whatever)... Feedback/constructive criticism appreciated.


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Flowers



I: for flora

strolling past
hearing "sigh" -
what it is?
but simple
innocent
carnation.
but why sigh
"notice me?"
not needed
softness is
beauty is
natural
attraction.

why sigh?
tis i
that sigh
at chance meeting
of Your Pinkness
a blossoming
desire of love
blooming gently
exhaling life
warming gloom of
faded sunrise.

again she sigh
exuding thin
mist into air.
why sigh? o why?
rescue thy from
weedy neighbours
protective knight
or nourisher?


II: self-raised flower

rationalism now. *sigh*
she,
a piteous pink
so beauteous
must not be removed,
plucked or saved.
cutting, she weeps, wilts.
touching, she's crushed, pressed.
wafting, she loses fragrance, life.
nay, lose-lose situation.
*sigh*, why sigh,
for an undeserving mortal?
beauty induced depression
time tortured emotion
means I must not interfere.

she,
is best left to flourish
never a tall poppy,
but maturing conservatively
from her nutrient rich roots.

she,
should not be taken,
even for a heart-to-heart message
of love and devotion.

she,
must only be caressed by the
sensitive warmth of the sun,
needs to be enjoyfilled
with a gentle loving stare,
for us to place specially
within our hearts,
thriving in our memory forever.


III: flower

why sigh
know not why
passing by
must cry.

exuding adoration
miss perfection
exciting passion
is the fashion.

why sigh
know not why
must sigh
can't satisfy.

she preserved
not reserved
life curved
my preferred.

why sigh
know not why
happy to see
she's forever free.


IV: after-flower

one day she's not there
not how, but where?
was a dream
it would seem..
love seemed an eternity
instant was the reality.

she'll be forever free
even though i cannot see
her glowing petals
and dewy sepals.
wonder what should have been
imagine what should have seen.

garden is fruitful
search is fruitless
one flower
is not all flowers
can't beat real thing
is the real thing.

nature intended one
but simple one.
once found,
 never lost.
once admired,
 always loved.


©Tristan Yau, 17 Nov 1998.


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Rocks



i am a rock: (an ode to the hard stuff)

weatherproof
impenetrable
resistant to fire, wind, rain, light, force.
nothing gets to me.

unemotional
unmovable
watch the world be born
watch the world die.

but humankind has the power to break me.
chip away, see what you can find.
the stony exterior will
eventually reveal the heart.
blood from this stone may be shed.


©Tristan Yau, 17 Nov 1998.


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