The Entrusted Dream

Photo courtesy: Nia Janiar
(A railway which will lead the old train to the blue sky.... ;)....)

I have entrusted this dream

to an old train, leaving for the far away sky

Let me pray that this dream
will safely arrive in the far blue sky

and cannot trace the way back home;

for it only causes pain in the heart of mine

to nourish it myself in this earth of mankind

Note:
Written for my friend Nia Janiar, who took the above photo and asked me to make it a photo prompt for a poem. This photo was taken during her trip in Cepu, Blora, Central Java, Indonesia.

*Linked in Jingle Poetry and Poetry  Pantry #79 and Bluebellbooks for Love in Creativity Project

Moving Forward?

Image Courtesy: ~L/Untitled Moments

I'm stuck here.
Suddenly, I'm so afraid to move forward since I'm not anymore sure about the reason of why I should make it through. But I can't go back. It's a long journey to come here. Considering many aspects, going back is not an option; that's not reasonable to do.

My eyes wander about the vast field of wheat: searching for a sign or an answer about what I should do, and find nothing. I look up to the sky. The sky is so blue and silent; no cloud number nine. The wheat bushes are hissing along with the breeze; I feel uneasy even more.

Silently, I pray to God that hopefully there will no green-eyed monster here. Because if it really exists, I will feel much more in vain. The green-eyed monster is never kind. It often times makes us end up a useless hatred and resentment.  It's disgusting.

I've made a temporary decision; I will stay here a little while and try to learn how to "enjoy" the uneasiness and undefined feelings ruffling my heart--my inner self!

Pray for me, my dear fellow, that I will soon be free from all of these confussion and ambiguity of feelings. Believe me, it's totally awful and absurd to suffer from the uneasiness of something you can't explain--something you don't even know the what or the why!



* Written for Short Story Slam Week 8.
  Also linked in The Tale Tellers and Sunday Scribblings #280.

The Story of the Elephant and the White Dog

This is a story about a white dog and a big elephant
who like playing together among the wild bush and plant
they walk or run or jump or scream
all fun they can do under the moon beam

As the sun rises they will separate
the elephant used to feel desperate:
the white dog should run home as a good pet
leaving the elephant to hide in a cave until the sun sets

tonight, the dog don't come to the hiding cave
the elephant wonders the trouble his friend may have
and then playing alone up in a hill
hoping the dog would soon come up and join him the chill

maybe the dog is sick, to himself elephant said
it has been three days since the last joy they had
or he must have a very big trouble
that he couldn't go for mingle

Elephant considers maybe he should go to town when the night falls
so slowly and secretly walking on tiptoe between the walls
as it has been a week
the dog didn't give any news let alone a lick

That I and the elephant don't know where or why or what happen to the dog is
could you do us a favor and be kind please
to help the lonely elephant in finding out
what makes the dog just couldn't hang out?


*Note:
This Narrative poem is written for Bluebellbooks' Short Story Slam Week 6--Children's Literature.

Update:
I got the award for this post. Check it here...

You Can't Grow a Tree in a Kitchen

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

on a dining table made of glass

for a tree needs to grow its root

deep down rooted in the earth

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

where the sun is blocked to enter

for a tree needs shafts of sunlight

to make a food in its green leaves

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

but you don't believe me and listen

the smile in your face make me worry

for it will turn to be angry and gloomy

as the tree will soon be weary

You can't grow a tree in a kitchen

but you don't believe me and listen

as well as you won't understand

that we should sometimes be kind

to let something go for peace of our mind

You just can't grow a tree in a kitchen

but you don't believe me and listen...

*Note:

This post is written for Thursday Short Story Slam Week-5 Children's Literature. Photo is taken from this website.

Besides, I also submit this post for Thursday Poets Rally Week 48. 

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Update:

It's surprising that I have won The Perfect Poet Award of Week 48. 

The following is my award. Thank you for the award, Poets Rally.
Find my Haiku for the award picture as follows... :)

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The Summer is Ready 

dandelion clocks fly free 

as light breeze blows gently 

Oh, summer is ready!

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I vote for Cherlyn!

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