Tonight I Can Write...

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

By Pablo Neruda.

Resistance.

Resistance.

I love you, yet I don't.

Darling pain of my desires,

You bring along with you the obligatory anxiety;

Darling, why do you leave all that could have been beautiful

trapped in the cavity between your heart and soul?

Tiny space.

Tiny space for the magnitude of words, expressions

That are full of resolutions,

Resolutions.

A reality resisted by your will,

Guilt by the sensibilities of the world,

That creates holes in our capsule.

Letting in all the pain,

The pain.

Soft autumn fumes of molasses and leather

which you love so dearly.

They line the velvet of your throat,

nest in you,

become a second skin to your fingers.

In my subconsciousness, i share your breath,

Closing my eyes, closing ours,

We elope to our abode,

Our sojourn.

By Sandra Liao.

Where.

Where
Your child-like kindness finds
The fire of many dark Irises
That eats away into my tenderness,
Corrupting the space between my heart and my soul.

Where
Your smiles send me through
Many layers of doubtful limerence,
wondering why the marriage
Of our minds are unwanted;
Left out on a leaf to dry,
While waiting for a cure to dissolve thoughts.

Where
Indigo inks travel into my speech,
Muting my senses.
Unable to decipher pain from gentle pleasures,
I watch the swollen streets,
Trying to read their glassy expressions
As they walk,
The fire in their soul flickers.

By Sandra Liao
27th August 2009

In a Haiku Mood.

It's been a while since I have written poetry. Today I've probably gone under the weather and I felt a need to write a little haiku. Haiku is a free form poetry with a total of 17 syllabus in it. Traditionally it has 3 lines and 5-7-5 are the syllabus in each line usually with a underlying seasonal theme. Most of the time it is written with nature in mind. However, the english version of haiku, sometimes there are only 12 or 14 syllabus and it is written simply, expressively and cryptic.

I may be a tat rusty but for warm up, this would suffice. These are 4 different haikus put into a set. Enjoy.


Outside, my bleak soul
looms, waiting for the dry truth
as the leaves fall neat.

Invite into me
an uncertainty of speech
feeling limerence.

To my kindred friend,
I long to be in your stead,
buried in many thoughts.

Let me go to him.
Don't Resuscitate us and
forge our crimson fall.