How is it
      that I always
seem to end up
      drowning
in a pool
      of my own tears
when all I do
      is give
with tender hands.

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I’m like a sailing ship, sinking deep, in the depths of your melancholic seas.

The sirens sing to your heart bleeding; couldn’t tear my eyes away when you are hurting.

Waiting for you to smile again,
like the rising of the sun;
it was then that I knew I have left my heart to sail, one more time.

I look at you and how I am blessed to have met such a human being.
Every morning I spent with you,
makes life worth living.

You remind me to breathe,
and that life’s worth dancing
even when the rain is pouring.

These little memories we painted together;
Has and will always be treasured in my heart...forever.

I was besotted  with your mother,
In life,I wanted no other,
Then we were blessed with you my love,
Our treasure trove.
Our life became sweeter,
With you adding that extra glitter.
The first moment I saw the sparkle in your eyes,
You brought me to my knees,
I see you grow hour by hour,
Bloom like an exotic flower,
Colourful petals of love and happiness on us you shower.
You are a jar of jellies,
Full of fun,holding delightful memories,
Your antics are hilarious,
Your laughter contagious.
When you wrapped your tiny fingers around my hand,
You had me bewitched like a magic wand.
You and I share a special bond,
That will never break,now and beyond.
In our life no one can compare your worth,
From the day you were born to eternity on this earth.
You are our little girl,
Around you our life twirls.

Ripples riddle the mirror,
Below, faint shapes shift
Elegant forms float here and there,
Little legs thunder, leaving a gentle wake
in lieu of turmoil.

The air is thick, the sun falling,
Already lost behind billowing storm clouds
Etched chaotically on the horizon.
Invisible but for the ubiquitous light.

It is the dragonflies time,
A darting zip and an effortless flutter.
From surfacing **** to towering Reed,
Searching for something we can only pretend to know.

Determined housewives, faces set,
Arms pumping and hips swaying
Their Anatidean waddle so fitting
Their quacks, a wall of stereo.

A lone rusted sign warns of gators,
but of signs, there is that one alone.
No rogue bubbles or beady eyes,
no ticking of swallowed clocks,
no suspicious splashes.
nothing.

My battery is now as low as the sun,
and my pen is as empty.
A not so subtle poke in the ribs
from a universe in protest of the
bad poetry being inked.

c'est la vie
or as we say in English
**** it

Do not lay down flowers
When I am
Past my death

For why weep over my fate
While assigning those flowers
The same?

The earth is tired,
I can feel it-
Slumbering in dried grass,
Scratchy like straw on a cat's head,
Wallowing in auburn fatigue.

The insects sense it, too,
Hovering nearer to ground
With each wafting touch of breeze
Which pushes wrinkled leaves closer
To looming autumnal suicide.

Still, there are patches of deviant green,
Rebels
In a climate that has declared civil war
On itself through crackling heat-
And there's people, so many people,
Not dropping yet like leaves
In colder situations

But riding bikes with pulsing energy,
Yelling vibrant colours
Into dwindling, pastel summer evenings,
Kissing scraped knees and dancing
On concrete in bare feet,
Wiping brows outside cafes and bars,
Or lounging in the lull
Of spluttering sunlight and whistling birds.

Their energy is palpable, close, electric,
The beat of humanity just
Existing
Alone or in groups,
Laughing or sighing,
Filling the universe up to the brim
With our colourful garbage
And cluttered emotion.

Sometimes, I wonder why
We still gravitate to nature  
So easily and whenever we can.

Then I remember how similar
Our souls are to oceans,
And our brains to tree roots,
And our hearts to mountains.

Maybe sometimes, the tired earth
Needs us a little too.