Friday, May 29, 2015

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

Saturday, May 16, 2015

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

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Friday, May 15, 2015

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

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Thursday, May 14, 2015

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