A frozen drop of rain
On the misty window pane
A leaf hangs in the air
Caressing a lone pear
A peeping tail in the ripples
Water shining like crystals
A floating dandelion seed
Following the wind’s lead
A perfect balance of colour
In the bright sky of summer
A hand points to seven
Suspended in the second
A blinding white light
Everything gone from sight
Leaving just a memory
With the magic of photography
Today, I decided to use the NaPoWriMo prompt of the day: “to write your own advertisement-poem”.
Lick-a-stick! We’ve got lick-a-stick!
All of the colours for you to pick!
A strawberry red,
Or orange instead,
Come and buy your lick-a-stick!
Natural colourings, flavourings too,
An ice lolly that’s good for you,
Made of fresh juice,
For a healthy boost,
It’s almost too good to be true!
The funny fact about siblings is they have each other’s look
But you cannot simply judge things by the cover of a book
The differences between them can be rather a surprise
I’ll tell you what I mean and you’ll get it in a thrice
Aeshah enjoys reading books of civilisations long gone
Anisah watches insects she had just found in the lawn
Ali dons his fedora, fingers strumming the ukulele
And I would be at the keyboard, fumbling with the keys.
Ali always leave the house with a ‘songkok’ on his head
I would be forced to change for wearing bright blue with red
Anisah pulls her drawer out and snatches anything inside
But Aeshah’s dressing would never fail to win my mom’s delight.
When I wish to cool off my anger, I may run up the stairs
But Anisah would be leaping down, skipping the last few pairs
Ali stamps his feet and shoves anyone in his way
Aeshah frowns and glares and will have a lot to say.
Anisah hums as she pour herself a hot cup of tea
Aeshah would decline a drink she finds to be too sugary
Ali sips his milk, tapping steadily to fill the silence
I take an hour to finish my coffee while working on assignments
When we were younger Anisah says she wants to be painter
Ali wishes to be a butterfly, perching on a flower
Aeshah says she’s a princess, looking pretty and elegant
But I wanted to be the biggest of all, I decided to be an elephant
So if you ever get the chance to meet the four of us together
Notice how our personalities may contradict with each other
Just like the prints you have on each fingers of your hand
Each person is different from the others on the land.
Note: Yes, I have been late again. It took me a whole hour just to decide on a topic. Also, I almost cannot believe that it has been a week since we began.
And whether the facts in the poem written above is true, it is up to you to decide 😉
Everything I used to know instantly begins to change
Nothing is familiar to me, nothing still feels the same
Too sudden for me to even know who am I to blame
How long had the masters around me been playing this ugly game?
Secrets now exposed, once hidden since long past
The family I remember and know is disappearing fast
The wilderness around me, haunts me and seems so vast
It truly feels like I stand alone, like I am now the last.
The pillar that I depended on now not within my reach
The words that I have given to others I can never breach
And yes I now can see ‘whodunnit’ in this story
But please understand, I cannot leave my family.
The walls that kept me safe was nothing but illusion
And now the road ahead of me has reached its division
Time is short but I can’t afford a mistake in my decision
Between two duties, which of them carries my obligation?
I want to do the right thing for my people, for my home
I choose to walk in between where the weeds and shrubs have grown
But sooner or later it won’t be safe to walk into the unknown
I know that from this moment onwards I face my trials alone.
The pillar that I had been leaning on could no longer support me
How things would turn out in the future I cannot foresee
And although I now can see the person who started this tyranny
But I think that my obligation is for me to stand with my family.
Note: Since the first day I wrote for NaPoWriMo, I had wanted to write a poem based on the story I wrote (and has yet to complete) for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). This poem was written from my main character’s point of view after he realised that he had been an insignificant pawn in a huge game of betrayal and deception and he had to choose his loyalty; to his innocent cousin or his deceitful father.
It is the dawn of a new year and the sun has yet to rise
But over the horison you can now see the sun’s deceiving disguise
The sky is catching the colours like a huge spherical prism
Painting the glorious display above, filling me with optimism
I see others just like me heading out towards the East
For a moment we forget our arguments and all quarrels cease
Crawling out from little cradles, hobbling down with canes,
From every corners of the globe, we rush out to the plain.
I clean my brush off the past year’s paint now all caked and dry
And with me I bring a new can of colours for me to fill the sky
I run the clouds with streaks of hope that speaks of my quest
And pray that the sky of dusk would shine the hues of my success
Note: This poem is inspired by my journal entry ‘The Dawn of 2011’ where I wrote:
The sun is well below the horizon but it’s rays succeeded in painting the sky with superb colours. It is the time when you paint the sky with your wishes and resolutions and vow to reach your goal. It is the dawn of 2011.
You pick up your worn, old brush that you had been using every year and a new can of paint out to the field. You step on your tiptoes and brush your streak of paint, praising Allah’s name and beg Him to help you be one of the lucky ones; they who would come back before nightfall, painting again with dazzling colours of success into the dusk sky.
At the edge of the line, a table so small,
Standing among the bigger stalls,
There were two ladies with a tub of ice,
Selling ice lollies for a small price.
Five cartons of drink, each a different flavour,
Poured into small cylindrical containers,
Pop a stick in (for eating with ease),
And they’ll stand in the tub until they freeze.
I mused at the simple ingenuity,
There’s not a need for electricity,
Then my turn came and I said to the lady,
“Chocolate for my sister and strawberry for me.”
Note: I came across this photo as I was uploading the media files from my phone and thought that it would be a rather interesting subject for a poem. It was taken a few months back, when my father was invited to some program at a carnival and he brought all of us along. My mother found this ice lolly stand by accident while she was hunting for her beloved ‘keropok lekor’ (she insisted that keropok lekors are a ‘must-eat’ at carnivals just like how popcorns are to movies). The tub really fascinated me since I had never seen anything like it before.
I had actually managed to forget that I’m supposed to write a poem yesterday so I’ll just post a short one before I go to bed.
Spalsh! Into the tub they go,
Rub and scrub and let them soak,
Rinse, squeeze till they can’t drip,
Hang them up, secure them with clip.
Soapy water with lots of suds
Makes a lovely bubbly flood
The wind come blows my clothes all dry,
I pay them with bubbles to fill their sky.