A Fickle Twilight

The deepening shadows

Are the herald of the night

The fading of the sky

Signals the twilight

Everywhere the sights darken

And shadows from their hiding emerge

Sparrows leave the darkening skies

And return home to their perch

The room grows ever darker

In the misty embrace of the night

Grey clouds from above

Cover the sun’s last waning lights

A low hum whispers

The steady beat of rain

Falling swiftly but quietly

Just outside the window pane

Yet the air feels quiet and still

Cool despite the absent wind

And the rain almost glides down

As though it’s always been

Then with a bright flash of lightning

Away disappears all calm

The sun bids a gleeful farewell

And the stormy twilight bids welcome

Copyright © 2016 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2016/08/a-fickle-twilight.html

The World outside the Window

In the room the world is dull

The walls and floor are plain

The lights are dimmed, the sound’s a constant hum

It always feels like it’s about to rain

Day in day out

Constant and unchanging

The sun rises and the sun sets

And you never hear a bird singing

Yet out of the corner of your eye

You can see the world outside

The bright sun on the green leaves

The brightening and waning of the day’s light

You see the leaves toss as they are blown

By a gale from the sea

You see butterflies and birds

Playing hide and seek amongst the trees

Storms arise and then subside

Behind that tinted glass

You see flowers bloom and then fade

And you find that you can trust

That though inside the world seems

To never ever change

But just outside the window

That world never stays the same

Copyright © 2016 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-world-outside-window.html

The Two Roses

I held two roses in my hand

Both red and in full bloom

Both smelled as sweet as the morning

As soft as silk from heaven’s loom

Both spoke of hopes and dreams

Of wonders and possibilities

Yet when I held them up to the sun

Some differences I could see

For one had petals bent one way

And the other did not

One had green leaves a plenty

The other didn’t have a lot

The red for one seemed bolder

The other slightly pale

As a messenger of life and dreams

Perform better it seemed one will

Yet as I held both to my chest

Could I consider the other deficient?

For God made each rose bloom

And he made each one different

Copyright © 2016 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-two-roses.html