breezy

This week’s writing challenge for WOLF PUBLISHING.

The memories of carefree summers. Photo credit Sonny Spencer.

In grey mornings when it drizzled
The roses washed their faces,
I dashed to my fluffy white rabbits
To tie little red bows and bells.
Meadows topped with daisies,
And lambs played in streams,
I ran after butterflies
Blue, pinks, and greens,
But won that little one
With such so vibrant hues.
When evening covered the day
Fireflies illuminated grasslands,
I grabbed some in glass
And giggles at my prey.

Today the sun still rises and
Teal sky meets azure sea,
In horizon a septenary bow
Yet appears with all its glow.
Pure soft sand is marked,
With the blues of past waves
Forlorn I sit here
Wishing to swim back again.

© 韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

yearning revised

Let me sparkle your dark chamber,
I bring you glitter of the stars,
Moon’s effulgence,
Sun’s brilliance…

Let me whistle your dull chamber,
I bring the nightingale’s song,
Symphonies through waterfalls,
Lakes’ lyrics, poems in winds…

Let me color your pale chamber
Bringing rainbow hues
Roses’ red colors, Blue hyacinths
Greens gladiolus…

Let me enter your dark chamber.

© 韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

yearning

Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore – From The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Photo credit Sandra Spencer

Let me sparkle this somber chamber,
I bring glitters of stars,
Effulgence of moon,
Glimmers of firefly, brilliance of the sun,
Please show me the way.

Let me melodize this melancholic chamber,
I bring songs of nightingale,
Symphonies of waterfalls,
Lyrics of lakes, rhapsodies of winds,
Please give me the key.

Let me color this snowy chamber
I bring hues of rainbow
Scarlet of roses, emerald of gladiolus,
Amber of tulips, sapphire of hyacinths
Please open the door.

Let me incense this parched chamber
I bring fragrances of lavenders,
Scents of lilacs, aura of lilies,
Perfumes of jasmine,
Please hear my sighs.

Why still fast asleep in dreary chamber?
What if you are lying beneath?
I am here to meld in this soil,
Close with you in this dark vault,
Please listen to me.

© 韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

buds

My blushing
Blooms

ONLY
comfy you

in your dull
Gloom.

picture in 10 words¬

source: tumbler.com

cracker

The gloomy sky illuminated with sparkling bursts,
With hues of green, red, blue, orange and yellow,
So the cosmos is bathed in golden shimmers,
Crackles, sputters mingling with laughters,
And the earth is dancing in jubilation.

I stand alone in the middle of this gathering,
My heart exploding with agony,
Soul sizzle in the blazing love,
And flash is melting in passionate misery,
This is how the Fire Works upon me.

© 韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

prompt: fireworks

venus

This week’s WOLF PUBLISHING writing challenge.

A nebulous decree in celebration.

In the morning before it dawns,
Sitting at the shore of Cyprus,
Remembering those creative desires,
A Morning Star glimmers the sky.

When Sun glitters all surrounding blues,
Foam emerges in the ocean’s middle,
Shimmering beauty arises so pure,
Garlands grace her head seductive.

Swans flying around this charming,
She holds cithara to lure her lovers,
Stepping into the Garden of Love,
She turns to me and eyed passionately.

I run to catch my beauty hurriedly,
Air is sensual with the scent of desires,
She is no where but her wreath and cithara,
Again I am standing alone in agony.

© 韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

apple

A sonnet composed on our love’s grave.

O, look at this blooming red apple tree,
Pleasant green boughs dancing with singing bird,
Lush grass, sparkling creek and our soul swirls free,
In starry nights, united our hearts purred.
We sow its seed as token of our love,
Alone, I visit this cemetery,
European garlands waving above,
Shed my tears, watering sweet memory.

Ah! creamy butterfly sucking nectar,
One apple flower wavers with the breeze,
Clouds whisper, gentle rain starts with fervor,
Sky with surroundings sob, all spirits squeeze.
Scents of red wreaths some fresh others decay,
I long to see you here again one day.

© 韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya