The Broken Mirror

The Broken Mirror

By May Kwek

I was walking somewhere far from home

Where you could see the impossible fly

And then something in the gutter

Seemed to catch my eye

A flash of light

I though I saw it there

But when I looked

I could find no source anywhere

Another flash of light

But this time I caught the cause

A broken mirror

Given up for lost

Its edges were jagged and sharp

But it was very bright

The sky in its eyes

Were filled with light

The birds flew merrily

When I gazed into its depths

And songs flowed out like water

When you turn on the tap

Yet it was broken

This poor mirror

And so never seen to be of any use

Forever in error

It was thrown out with the garbage

Left to slowly fade away

Never to ever see

The light and hope of day

But I liked what I saw

In its clear reflection

I brought it home

And polished it to perfection

I smoothed out the edges

Kept the jagged shape

Set it in a frame

But had to hold it there with tape

It hangs now in my home

Bright on the wall

And if I ever need hope or encouragement

I look there and see it all

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Three teacups

Three teacups

By May Kwek

Three little teacups sitting in a row

The first is brown, the second is gold

The third is made of a silver bright

And it sparkles like the moon at night

But what is that compared to gold?

Gifted as it is with the Sun’s glow

But which teacup should I choose?

There’s only one which I may use

The brown teacup is made of homely earth

But admittedly of not much worth

The silver and gold cups sparkle and shine

I must say they look mighty fine

The tea will taste the same in all

So it makes nothing less or more

The design of each is exactly the same

All fit the purpose for which I came

It’s a hard choice I strangely find

Because of the wishes in my mind

Should I pick silver or gold?

But brown will do as well I know

In the end I take the brown cup home

The other two I left alone

Because I know if you did not

That tea in a metal cup is very hot!

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Teasing rain

Teasing rain

By May Kwek

I hear the wind calling
The skies look quite grey
The world is growing quieter
I think it’ll rain today

The bell chimes are ringing
The air has grown cool
The sky is darkening
And the afternoon too

Surely the rain must be coming
Surely it’s moments away
Soon I shall hear rain drops falling
Like drums beating away

But no, the day passes into night
And gone is the cool air
The skies went from grey to black
But not a drop was there!

Oh it was just teasing me
The dear old weather
Well, it will rain sometime
So I guess it doesn’t matter

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The Mystery of the Night

The Mystery of the Night

By May Kwek

Ah well now it is strange indeed

The mysteries of the night

The light turns to darkness

And the darkness turns to light

There is no frenzy there is no buzz

Things are warm and cozy

And everywhere little children

Wait for a bedtime story

People retreat indoors

There is no need to be out

Stay out too long and others wonder

What mischief you are about

The night brings suspicisions 

As much as it brings rest

The darkness ever blinds our eyes

Putting sight to the test

The air grows quieter

Things start to still

And in the sky the stars twinkle

As they forever will

It is a fog indeed the night

Through which I cannot see

Beyond the ending of a day

Another yet to be

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The Weather’s grudge

The Weather’s grudge

By May Kwek

Oh how I hate the weatherman

He is so proud

Thinking he can guess my ways

And saying them out loud

Monitoring my every move

Who does he think he is?

I would like some privacy

A real intrusion is this!

And he would predict

What it is I do

I am the weather

I make the rules!

Oh, so yes I hate him

It’s more than dislike

It is a grudge long and deep 

I’ll keep him from being right!

If he says it’s sunny

Well, I’ll make it rain

And if he says it’ll be wet

Watch out! The heat’s quite a pain

And now he says because of El Nino

It will be warm and dry

Right, that’s what you think

Heavens? Time to cry!

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

The Weatherman’s reply

The Weatherman’s reply

By May Kwek

I am sorry dear Weather

But whatever did I do?

To watch you is my job

I’m afraid that is true

I have to monitor your every move

Because we don’t understand

How can you be doing one thing

Then change with a wave a hand?

Why would you be warm and dry

Then sudden make it rain

I really don’t get you

I’ll make that quite plain

So couldn't you please

Go easy on me?

And do what I say you would

And don’t begrudge me?

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek