Poetry – Sharon X Wong

Old Man Tree: A Poem

By sharonxwong

On August 22, 2021

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

Old man tree,
Do not cry,
For we have come to better the land.

Old man tree,
Do not groan,
For where you stand will soon be a home.

Old man tree,
Do not sigh,
For your body will fuel the comfort of many.

Old man tree,
Do not weep,
For your death will not be in vain.

Dream Fragments

By sharonxwong

On February 14, 2021

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

I dreamt a floating city froze in time,
I dreamt its brilliance, glory and its shine.
Its glowing stones, its flashing hues so fine,
Yet the city turned to ashes in the light

Where Does It Hurt?

By sharonxwong

On January 18, 2021

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

Where does it hurt?
Where should we start?
Below the surface,
down in the dark.

There’s scars in the heart
and cuts in the bone.
Yet the skin remains smooth
and the face appears whole.

Point to the pain?
But the pain’s buried deep.
Far down beneath
where nobody can see.

Where do we start?
How do we heal?
Shine a light in the dark
and lay bare what we feel.

The Space Between Us: A Villanelle

By sharonxwong

On December 13, 2020

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

The space between us spans such endless miles
And though I seek to soldier on each day
Without you, all the days ahead are trials

’Twas long ago I first fell for your wiles
And almost just as long you’ve been away
The space between us spans such endless miles

Your Mind, Mine: A Poem

By sharonxwong

On November 1, 2020

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

Your mind is not your mind
You gave it to me long ago
Slowly, in small pieces
And as I grew and learned you gave me more

At Witching Hour: A Poem

By sharonxwong

On October 11, 2020

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

At witching hour, in deep of night
The magic creatures take their flight
As banshees scream and sirens sing
The silent bells of Faerie ring

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars to Me: A Poem

By sharonxwong

On September 6, 2020

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

To me you are the sun, my love
The fire of my world
The glorious blaze that warms my days
And shines so high above

To me, my love, you are the moon
The moon so round and full
Your circling dance and gentle gleam
Will always lift my gloom

To me, my love, you are the stars
The jewels of the sky
The guiding lights for travellers lost
So bright, so fair, so high

I’d love to be the world to you
My sun, my moon and stars
So let me bask beneath your light
And admire you from afar.

Abyss of the Birds

By sharonxwong

On August 30, 2020

In Musings, On Media, On Miscellany, Poetry

The abyss is Time with its sadness, its weariness. The birds are the opposite to Time; they are our desire for light, for stars, for rainbows, and for jubilant songs.
Olivier Messiaen

Time passes. Each moment is stitched to the next, the seams so small you’ll never see them. You thought the water was cool at first, but now it freezes your skin. You thought the wind was a whisper, but now it screeches and scratches in your ears. Yet nothing has changed. Only the moments that have been passing, one by one by one. Time passes and everything in its path is ground down to dust.

Dine with me: a poem

By sharonxwong

On August 9, 2020

In Poetry, Stories and Poems

If you’d be so kind
to dine with me tonight
Give your time tonight
if you’re so inclined
I will bring some pie
while you try not to pry
into the lies I tell
Time will fly
You’ll stay behind
We’ll eat ’til the light
dies in the sky
You will not whine
though you may sigh
at the meat soaked in brine
You’ll say it’s fine
You’ll say it’s not dry
and then you will try
to never dine
with me or mine
again.