"puchong" poems
Pensive moments
Aglow with mellow candlelight
Counting rain drops
In the night
By Wyle Tan
@ Puchong, Malaysia, December 2018
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Puchong
Uncle's home
Condo
Brother's home
S.P.
Birthplace/Parents' home
Places where I have lived long
"Nǐ fēn dào zhèyàng zuò me? Yěshì nǐ de jiā ma."
It's also your home, I am told.
Really? Tell me more, o mind reader.
What other feelings I should feel
Please police my thoughts , while you're at it.
Nay, no, nein, bukan.
None of these places are my home
There are merely residences
Which owners let me have a roof above me
The locations where my flesh prison seek shelter.
Yes, I confess, sometimes I do slipped up
And referred to them as "my home"
But what you do not see or hear
Is me mentally correcting myself immediately
This is not some subconscious wish;
But a mere force of habit that I seek to break
Ah, one day, I will have my own place.
A house, or a pet-friendly apartment.
But no matter what, or where,
It will house only my body
For my heart will not be there
Just as it is no longer any of the places above.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
Soft scents of new frangipanis
Waft gently over evening sprinkles
Tasting sweet orange Kumquats
Under green canvas umbrella
(@Puchong, December 2018)
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC