Accident

Colossal ship travels on calm ocean
as pitch-black ink oozes out - a toxic potion
trickling down, down, ready to slaughter
menacingly disperse into crystal water.

Sea remains oblivious, gulping in
the fluid that silently coats the delicate skin
of innocent beings; once warm, peaceful bay
turns cold with a scent of death, as lives melt away.

As it penetrates into organs of otters, seals
and suffocates coral reefs, humanity feels
nothing; next day, news talks about the tragic
accident - is it, really, an accident?

Rain

There comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground -
angry tears that drip down amidst the smoke
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.

Chopping continues as more chainsaws surround
the lake of mangroves when the chirping crickets choke
there comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground.

The rootless trunks are stacked on a mound
to be thrown into dancing flames, as they invoke
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.

Mangroves shrivel into ashes, and workers pound
their fists, gulping down beers and cackling, as frogs croak
there comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground.

Souls of deceased trees have left a painful wound
on nature; the rain begins to fall from the gray cloak
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.

And nature watches men perish, never to be found
Slowly sinking into opaque waters, whispers spoke
there comes the soft rain and the smell of the ground
washing away misery with its drizzling sound.


This poem was inspired by Sara Teasdale's There Will Come Soft Rains

The Sun

Sleepy dawn hemmed in chilly air

taps on the lighthouse as people stare

at the very eastern point of the vast sky
where a golden orb rises fast up high
to begin the day with a magnificent flare.

Oh, how I wish I was like the red sun
Bright and lively, a scarlet flower
reaching out to warm me, whose mind
is only a rumpled sea, without power
that shimmers with tears under the light.

As I stand on the hills to greet my hero
relaxed and easy, floats over horizon
streaming upward on its heavenly ray
is the shining sun that opens the day
for me to start anew with glory and joy.

Alaskan Winter

Mountains showered in snow
suck in frosty air.
Peaks aloft
race to the sky.
Wind blusters
and whacks an eagle.
Craggy icebergs

a lazy float - 

and next to them,

A caribou shivers
its magnificent antlers.

At night,
when every life
is asleep

Deep green and navy
aurora
drifts along the night.

Swallowtail

It is a misty dawn, dew drops glisten
on fresh green leaves where a chrysalis hangs
with its button of silk, fragile but strong.
Charcoal clouds slither over morning air
pour down Stygian rains, lashing branches and
twigs that quiver in tempest erupting.
Thunderstorm recedes and seven feint lights
a rainbow over the fading billow
shyly appears to commence a warm spring.
Flowers pop, burst, and bloom as seeds scatter
everywhere red berries are juicy ripe
trees welcome soft breeze - chrysalis twitches.
The tiny cocoon yawns and stretches then
crack! Out goes a leg, body, two bright wings -
a swallowtail soars up to sunny sky
flaps its webbed wings to perch on pink petals.