Sunday, March 1, 2015
you must be kidding.
My brain is frozen I can't think of anything.
Everyone is vigorously writing.
I have never written a poem in my life.
I can't, rhyme, allude or personify.
Geez!! does my brain even work?
I know how I feel like
and I can tell you.
But I can’t put it into words for it to deeply sink into you.
I love reading your beautiful poems that fill my heart with utter joy.
I wish I could rhyme like you, imagine like you and be you.
I am not a poet.
Posted by Mim Brhan at 10:13 AM
Friday, February 27, 2015
Green are the leaves of blossoming flowers.
The fluffy grass of a sunny summer.
Green is the sound of whistling trees in my homeland.
Green is the breeze blowing from North to East.
Green is the scene of endless tress from a mountain top.
The fresh scent of lemon grass in my backyard.
Green is the aura of peace and longing.
Posted by Mim Brhan at 3:41 AM
I don't dash or rush after the wind but the wind after me
I shoot before the gun, and reach before others run.
I am faster than a starving dog chasing for its bone.
I rise before the sun and get back before its down.
Why do I run?
It's not a mystery.
I don't really run to be fit but to flee the weak me.
The side of me that evilly whispers
"You won't make it"
I won't give up because I have a destiny
and I am desperate to reach it.
Posted by Mim Brhan at 3:40 AM