Imagery

I lay among Wordsworth’s imaginary golden daffodils,

beside the lake, beneath the trees

mesmerized by his golden garden.

I find myself tasting Rosen’s mother’s cake

oozing with chocolate, filled with sweetness

licking my lips, salivating.

I believe in Billy’s glass-bottom boats of heaven,

the one through which the dead look down,

staring back at the ceiling, hoping my grandma’s watching me back.

I stay in this world created by beautiful poets

lost in the images etched in my mind

while the cursor blinks pointedly at me

waiting to create my own.

Fire

When the world starts crumbling around,

and all seems apocalyptic

never forget the burning pains that brought you into this world.

You have a fire in you !

A passion so illuminated, a purpose so undaunted

Can’t let it get shadowed by a transient gloom.

Even if all that was ever there, and all that you ever knew

is wrecked in the eternal wear and tear of life

pick up the embers and blaze brighter.

Your meaning is fully realised

after taking hits and blows and landing the final jab

extinguishing your saboteur.

Rise again from the ashes and smear them across your face

Never back down!