Daffodils... Poem by john tiong chunghoo

poetry in progress


spring breeze notches up
the beauty in you like you like you
that draws out and complements mine
a crown and a trumpet to shape up our joy
in the iretrievable steps of youth - always
carving a stubborn inch into that sand
to make it an ounce much more memorable

in all the quietitude of the world -
the sanctum of a teenager's fantasies,
romances screams through daffodils,
a trumpet at the heart of the young foliage
ever ready to shower its riveting jazz notes
to spice up our spirit, our strengths,
on a sojourn lost in love - in nature's breast -
lost in a song, a touch, a quiver, a scream,
a smile, a shout, a walk, a blast - rattling the senses

a heart desperate for love
the morning bed blossoms like rose
folds with layers of longing
thrown in a sea of emotions
the days float down the road
picking up so many colours of sweetness
tempered with expectation,
of despair, of yearnings, of prayers,
of time spent in frozen hours of thought
of a hidden joy kept tight like a jar -
the petals carve so many shades and shapes
they are dizzying
in the night hot as spring equinox

our eyes smoothens the way
to the contours of the heart
daffodils..
so many sensitive chambers
now jostle for a caring touch
your touch, treading through
a fantasy of lace, of bubbles
loosening up a channel of ecstasy
topping off the cherished escapade
with burst of love and kisses

the chambers feel like children
coming together for a glimpse of the queen
but here in the privacy
of a never seen room
not an echo is heard
everything is left
for love to do its wonder
to be felt, a love that runs so
deep and thick it can
drown out the world
these inching physiques
of youth
new senses crawl the mountain
charging like everest among clouds
a daffodil trumpeting a
delight torching up day and night
like a seething volcano ever ready to surprise
with a molten fertility rite