The Formosa Rose
Hearing the whip-poor-will calling three times,
she drinks a gimlet cocktail alone
with a memory—
the unforgettable faces
of two young souls yearning for each other
as their passions ebb away.
What might have been left behind?
Neither to the whale or kauri tree
living on their own,
ramblers with no abode,
does anything come vividly clear out of the blue.
A fork in the road—
a lady takes a right turn under the dim streetlight.
A quirk of fate leads
a determined mind to meet her companion
sailing across the ocean for paradise.
Pineapple-shaped lockets, in pairs,
shimmer in the moonlight.
Brave trailblazers go their separate ways—
the sweet potatoes still warm—
flourishing as long as they settle somewhere.
The image of her country
looming on the horizon day after day,
an emblem that never fades away.
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Author’s Comment: This poem is about the “concept about time and space: golden moments also will be the strength for us to hang on through difficult times.”
Image Credit: Lady with a cocktail (ambiance-sticker.com) in silhouette superimposed on an orchid hybrid, Phalaenopsis Formosa Rose (photo by Craig J. Plahn, D.D.S.)
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