Sum, my buddy
Sum, my buddy
Poetry dedicated to my special friend
By Oiseau Distrait
Previously Published in the publication of
Write Under The Moon on Medium_ since 2024
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When The Time Comes by Oiseau Distrait
When The Time Comes by Oiseau Distrait
(originally published Write Under The Moon on Medium _10 Sept, 2024)
Life is like a spark
like everyone says
sparkles that fade in the remembrance of whom
there isn’t any trace
you told me last night
as it was still the same blue swing
there will be sparks…no more
in your life of tomorrow
the final breath stops as if
they were the only choice
not for you to choose
but the only fear for you
there are no tears in your eyes
you don’t know how to cry
the miserable fate you have
keep haunting in your life
the moment you told me again
you’ve lost all your faith
I wish my God could comfort you
but you keep pushing away
my tears running inside me
when I listened to your solitude
you said you’re pretending as if
it’s no big deal
when the life timer stops…
without a call, or a note to inform
all will end in a sudden
in the last free-fall
you looked far to the sea
searching for the meaning to live
your anger concealed
in the wave bouncing off …disappeared
you told me there is no way out
you don’t see a gleam
I wish I could help
but I was silent & still
you asked me
will I remember you, after you leave
I said, sure…kid
you relieved
Life is like a spark
like everyone says
you’ll forever shine in your way
the nights in my remembrance, where your sparkles stay
***
火光般的人生
如你，我，他般演釋，瞬間便消逝
無形, 無跡, 亦無㾗
無處可追尋
昨天晚上
你說，火光早已不再閃燿
細聽著如藍調般的碎語
感歎着不會再出現的明天
在鬱悶中無奈的等待
沒選擇的餘地
沒逃避的可能
呼出最後的一口氣
隨著命運的追捕
人世間的糾結
失落於乾涸無人之地
你早已忘記如何流出眼淚
那天你告訴我
信念早已如風飄逝
但願我主……能安慰
當你不再推開，遠離
你說，
即使不再預告
在最終一次的滑落
𣊬間停頓的心跳
生命必須終結時
……沒什麼大不了
聽着你內心的讀白
看着你無奈的假裝
淚水早已流到我心深處
浪濤承載着的憤怒
被潮石擊碎成散亂的浪花
你看着大海的盡頭
尋找消失中生存的意義
你說，不再有曙光
你說，不用再尋覓
要是能回應……
我卻只可默言無聲
你問
當殘光熄滅之後，可會記起你
孩子……我會
你終於微笑
火光般的人生
如你，我，他般演釋，瞬間便消逝
那些，你曾停留的片時
仍然散發着屬於你那燿眼的光芒……怎捨得忘記！
©忘記鳥 9.2024
Attached
...It has to end by Oiseau Distrait
Attached
...It has to end by Oiseau Distrait
(originally published Write Under The Moon on Medium _27 Sept, 2024)
Swallow them all as if dead potion
keep me alive in the countdown
before the longing sunset, in other’s eyes
Filling up the emptiness with a sigh
Sealed with a broken cap
I throw you hard into the sharp waves
drowned…
But you keep rolling back
once, twice, again & again
I quit…stay as you wish
Tell me, why are you so attached
to the incompleted me
A little peace of mind is what I need
Isn’t it a luxury?
An invertible dream to reality?
I’m trapped in your void of emptiness
Couldn’t leave
If it is what it has to be
I’ll use my last breath to mash your broken cap
To set me free
After The Dark
... If there is the Moon shines by Oiseau Distrait
After The Dark
... If there is the Moon shines by Oiseau Distrait
(originally published Write Under The Moon on Medium _ 7 Oct, 2024)
Before returning to the hospital, I wish I could sit in the sunset, again with you…the last one, I supposed.
The same free touch caress, the same temperature in the air… as if it was blood flowing in my broken veins.
There may not be words, it’s not mandatory, but please stay with me so I can see, here we are, before the coming of the dark…eventually.
How could I show my gratitude for what you’ve done for me, even if it’s only a minute of company…I wish I could find a word.
Why does sunset have to be sad? If I could laugh until the coming of the dark…I believe there is the Moon shines, in my room after departure from the coast.
Now, bathing in the moonlight imagining, it was real…and we were always sitting underneath, as it was…when we were kids.
***
Bird’s thought:
I’m not the one receiving the call from Death up to this moment, but eventually, in the future, that is life. But my friends who are haunted continually by this monster, recently, in Autumn…my favorite season of poetic romance and…Sorrow!
I’m not a doctor, I can’t cure.
I’m not a priest, I can’t save.
I’m not the Savior, I can’t command.
But I’m a listener, I’ll hear…
A company, I’ll stay…
A Christian, I’ll pray.
I Want To Be Me
Please... by Oiseau Distrait
I Want To Be Me
Please... by Oiseau Distrait
(originally published Write Under The Moon on Medium _16 Oct, 2024)
Forgive me if I’m not going to listen
what you’ve said, your advice, your wishes…
that I don’t want to interact
I know it’s for my own good if I follow
I know you love me & care for me…
that’s so true
I know, I really know but please…
Let me be what I want to be
in my limited time within
I’m exhausted
I’m suffocated
I’m torn apart
by your over drown love
You break my heart
You tear me into pieces
You crash my belief
of what I believe
You know me deep
I’m begging you, my friend
Leave me in peace
for a few minutes at least
Stop blame for my carelessness
my disappearance
my offscreen so you can’t catch me
of where I’m
of what I’m doing
But…
What I want!
I want you to understand I know
how stupid even if it seems I am
wasting time to others not worth a cent
I want you to know I can’t bear another regret
in my life for my last possible act
I want you to trust me
knowing what I’m doing
even my time is draining as sand
I want to be Me!
***
We care about our loved ones, friends & families. When they face health problems, we may worry more than themselves. But how much caring is enough? Or will it never be enough?
The struggle always arises when we want them to follow the ‘right’ choice of the majority, the rational one & seems the most promising to get cured…
~ Eat healthy food
~ Sleep more
~ Stay in the hospital
~ Follow the doctor’s instructions
~ Be positive
~ Exercise more
~ Relax
~ Don’t do this & that
~ Do this & that…
These are 99% correct without question, but ‘free will’ shouldn’t be ignored, even if it may oppose the above.
We love them, that’s why we care; we want to give them all the best, including advice. But little did we know, too much awareness leads to Pressure. If I were the one who is suffering health problems, a matter of life & death…it’s definitely, I need more…SPACE!
Space of free air, free time & free will…even if they are irrational, but what if it does nothing harm to others?
There is always a tension between constructive & destructive acts. Rules created for people (patients) to follow, the ‘It’s for your own sake rules’ including … could be devastating.
I can’t stop thinking of this recently because the whole scenario reappears again to my friend. She is suffering, in fact, not only physical but emotional pain from someone who loves & cares for her so much.
The pressure that may finally crash her prior to her illness.
It’s a melancholy that could be avoided.
We care cos we love them, but
love is not colonized,
it’s a respect of free will.
God bless!
Silent Night
...The last & forever by Oiseau Distrait
Silent Night
...The last & forever by Oiseau Distrait
(originally published Write Under The Moon on Medium _23 Dec, 2024)
Believe it or not
Miracle chime jingle
Silent as it seems
Loud as rebellion roar in the wind
Another day…another day…
A few more days…
For me to catch snowflakes at Christmas…
Imagining
They told me it’s my last Silent Night
When total darkness falls
The last curtain drawn
Turning point…no more
Frightening, am I?
Hopelessness, should I?
Forced to believe…
Choices of nothing
When the final spot disappears
I can see…no more
But snowflakes keep fluffing
Of a little warm of heartbeat, remains
Markers of moments enchanting
Secretly coded in sealed chamber
For I…To remember
They were there once in the Silent Night…of my last
Won’t you believe
The night is not utterly dark
I can see the colors
The palette of wishes tinted in the dark
***
Bird Note: A poem dedicated to a friend of mine
The first & or maybe the last Silent Night we can spend together, knowing nothing about when will be her last minute on earth. The remaining eyesight for her to see light is diminishing, meaning also…her life span.
We asked God if there would…or would not be a miracle?!
She became a Christian & baptized in October, which didn’t change her physical status, but the light she can now see will last forever.
Run
A Stornello by Oiseau Distrait
Run
A Stornello by Oiseau Distrait
(originally published Write Under The Moon on Medium _6 Feb, 2025)
One second joy is a luxurious thought
A sealed clown mourning in the deserted hall
Hallucination fight for an open door
Free me as if I were from a misty night
Crazy running to the open sea of light
Utopia of no evil but delight
***
I bookmarked this challenge last week, preparing to participate right after. But I was occupied and therefore left it behind until today; a few days apart leads to a different thought of the theme.
There are people on earth who rarely make friends with JOY, it seems only misery, pain, hurt & evil are happening around. I don’t know why, even ask God if there can be a break for them to recover, so they can fight for their lives again, again and again... and she, my friend, is in this loop ~ the cycle of misfortune.
We’re supposed to be in good spirits in the Lunar New Year (at least for a day) and planning to escape from haunting this coming Sunday. But there is another new trouble that arose on Tuesday…
“Run, my friend!
It’s not your fault, you deserve a better tomorrow of your own!
Run!”
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