Never Ending Completion.

A n errant dog barks at the crescent moon.

A silent leaf to the ground does swoon.

Quiet are the dusty winding ways

Except for a hoot through the opaque haze.

A guard yawns loud and rather lazily .

While the drunk weaves about very crazily .

Silence sings the song of the cricket

Moonlight gleams on the leaves of the thicket

The twinkling stars blink away the night

And it is soon time for the first daylight .

The cloak of darkness parts for the nascent sun.

Heralding that the new day has just begun.

The cricket’s nightsong gives way to twitter

The wake- up call for every living critter .

As Day follows Night in eternal rotation

A diurnal cycle of never ending COMPLETION.

Writer's Island Prompt / 25 April 2008 :"COMPLETION"

The Survivor.

My chest swells with immense pride

As she walks to me , my blushing bride.

Very soon she is a doting mother

Then her headaches begin to bother.

She has a lesion in her brain

That is causing us all this pain.

While our daughters grow under Love and Care

Her life becomes a Death defying dare.

Doctors and medicines are her rigmarole

While on the Grim Reaper’s parole.

For eleven years she kisses and hugs

Our daughters , and my heartstring tugs.

Now weak and soon bedridden

She tries to keep her emotions hidden.

With gestures now she tries to talk

As our daughters’ futures she tries to chalk.

Her frustrating efforts make her laugh

Or when translating, I make a gaffe .

On her forehead I trace my fingers.

Perhaps a pain there still lingers.

Her heart is now a pulsating beep.

Her eyes are still as if in sleep.

The green lines of her mind

Are slowly straightening ,I soon find.

A tear escapes my soundless cry

Onto her unmoving eyes so dry .

“Snatch her back” I start to think

“From that deadly abysmal brink.”

Such a wretched plan does Fate connive

She passes on while I survive.

It is now close to four years

But my eyes still brim with fresh tears.

Her loving thoughts, my mind do grace

Still brightens my world, her radiant face.

And my other half is an empty side,

For she no longer walks, my blushing bride.

Writer's Island Prompt :"Survivor" 18 April 2008.

P.S. I request you to also read "her" point of view in "Life ...in a hurry"

http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-in-hurry.html

Life ....in a hurry

It is the morning flurry

I pack the kids off in a hurry

There never is ever enough time

As always school mornings are a pantomime.

A moment of peace and I breathe a sigh

Then glance at the chores waiting patiently by !

With renewed determination I then plod along..

Life is so full and the day seems so long.

Mmmmm ..that pain keeps distracting me

Now where’s that headache pill , let me see.

Doesn’t seem to be working, maybe I should rest.

Perhaps a lie-down just might be the best.

It is the morning flurry

The morning rush is simply a blurry .

As always there never is any time

Each passing second as if hell bent on crime.

In a quiet moment I look at the clock.

It would soon be time to stand in the dock.

A fearfully hopeful mind wouldn’t dare to predict

What way would swing the doctor’s verdict.

That niggling pain is now a dull ache

For relief now there is no measure to take.

My body is racked in a terrible anticipation

The telephone ring I answer with hesitation.

It is the morning flurry

Everyone is fraught with worry .

There never was or is enough time

For Life is being snatched in its very prime.

For a short moment ,between spasms of pain

Looking at my family , I take in an eyeful again.

When suddenly crept in a thought asinine

Was it okay to die at thirty nine ?

The pain is now fierce and so constant

Then there is this blinding searing instant.

Time fades away as it doesn't exist now.

As to Fate my limp head does bow.

Flight

In stone, a sculptor with his skillful art
Had cast the emotions of my very heart
For in the middle of the lake in broad daylight
Stood the swans , all ready for flight .
My ideas and thoughts waiting to be free
With wings outstretched for their flights of fancy .

Singapore Botanical Gardens.

For Writer's Island prompt : 11 April 2008 / "Flight"