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

Seasons of Promise

When spring touched the sky this year

I gave you a daisy fair

Small and slight though it was

It was tended with loving care

It swayed gaily in the spring breeze

Laughed in joy at the sun

With the fullness of youth and innocence

Of a life just begun

But spring blossomed into summer

And cares the daisy fades

So I gave you a lily white

As a gentle wish instead

It bloomed with the season

Shone like snow in the sun

As pure and as sweet from the beginning

Till its time was done

But I would not have you mourn dear heart

For the summer past, never forgotten

So I gave you an Iris bright

As summer burned into autumn

It was as violet as the heart of the sea

Quiet and sedate

Yet burning at the centre

With hope, wisdom and faith

It grew strong and true

Till the last flame of autumn fell

Then it was pressed into a book

To be kept safe and well

And as winter’s biting cold blew in

I placed the last pink carnation in your hand

As a promise honored and true

I’ll never forget you, my friend

Copyright © 2016 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2016/05/seasons-of-promise.html

The Deepening Twilight

It’s the end of the day again

The light begins to fade

And the sky slowly looses

The glow the sun had made

Bright blues give way to inky black

The sun must bow to the stars

Which have no warm light

When they are so far

Shadows deepen all around

Everything becomes less defined

There is coolness and isolation

In the oncoming night I find

It is sad and yet not sad

Like mist compared to rain

For there is no finality in this darkness

Just the circle beginning again

But twilight is the time of day

Which saddles in between

Belonging to neither world

Or so it would seem

Perhaps it’s in a different place

Where things are constantly flowing

And time feels like reality

When the sky gives it meaning

So as I watch the deepening twilight

As the day melts into night

It is as though I have to mourn

The arrow of time’s flight

Copyright © 2016 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-deepening-twilight.html