Sunday, February 23, 2014

The forever wait

The forever wait

By May Kwek

It has been a good three months
Since the A levels left me
Yet sometimes I remember and wonder
About this memory

Time has faded its clarity
I am not longer as sure
Of exactly what I did
Though that I worked hard is clear

And now as February draws to a close
And the results come ever nearer
What I got seems to loom over me
Like a questions that lingers

Most times I forget about it
And have fun and rest
Then when I am not watching it catches me
With “did you do your best?”

Of course I did!
That I surely know
I had never worked so hard
Didn’t think it was possible to do so

Yet I can’t help but plan
My road if I did badly
If I didn’t get what I wanted
What degree would be handy?

Oh I wish I would know already
This wait is too long
Better to accept my results reality
And have the question gone!

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

The voices of the wind

The voices of the wind

By May Kwek

Quiet now, keep still
And gently close your eyes
Tilt your head slightly upwards
Towards the glorious sky

Can you hear the wind blowing?
Just beside your ear?
Listen, can hearing it speaking?
About things far and near?

Taste the cold wind swept air
 And hear the wind rush like the sea
Then you know as the wind has told
That a storm will come eventually

Or perhaps a whispering rush
That hurries through the trees
Calling you, yes, calling you
“Quickly! Come and see!”

Or maybe the breeze that blows
Everlasting by the sea
Telling tales of war and strength
And the peaceful and free

Or maybe the best voice of all
That the wind whispers in your ear
“Calm and peace be with you”
You know the Lord is near

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The grace of birds

The grace of birds

By May Kwek

If I wished to see flying grace
I need not look to a further place
Than at the bright coral blue sky
And the birds as they fly

As they dive, swoop and glide
Riding on the wind’s delight
As they hover, flap or call out their song
All through the day and the night long

Take the eagle soaring in the air
Circling the earth with deliberate care
With sharp eyes finding his prey
And diving down for his meal of the day

Or perhaps let’s take a swallow
Darting through the trees
Like an inky black crescent moon
Flying across skies we can’t see

Or maybe even a sparrow
Rounded with too much food
Comically falling before flying
Like a silly fool would

Yet they all fly in the sky
With a grace to which we can’t compare
So if I wanted to see gracefulness I would watch the skies
For I know I would find it there

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek