Somewhere on the Aegean Sea, 2011.
He evokes emotions within her
as violent as the storms of oceans,
leaving her lost as a boat at sea
with an intense longing for currents
of his that would take her and lead her
through horizons, into oblivion.
Moons ago, she relinquished her all;
She has since forgotten the notions
of land and the safety of a shore -
her heart has…
Stockholm, Sweden, 2011.
Everywhere there lie empty spaces;
do they represent an immense void,
or the mark of an unseen presence,
impossible to be transcended?
One sees an empty space on a bench
and muses: the profound loneliness
its sole passenger desires to quench;
the contours that could cure homesickness.
The promise of possibilities
and the magic of the vast unknown
abound in innocuous…
Hallstatt, Austria, 2011.
She was writing, as with him.
“It seems like I am always
just waiting for you,” he wrote,
“days have no sense without you.”
Once, his world had been empty.
But now it is filled by her,
and all he longs is to hear
the music of her heartbeats.
They would watch the clouds float by
whenever either felt blue
and, too, when they were happy
– they always were, together.
How is it that one day life is orderly and you are content, a little cynical perhaps but on the whole just so, and then without warning you find the solid floor is a trapdoor and you are now in another place whose geography is uncertain and whose customs are strange?
Travellers at least have a choice. Those who set sail know that things will not be the same as at home. Explorers are prepared.…
Florence, Italy, 2011.
Hier, eine Geschichte,
die Geschichte von uns:
ich bin dein; du bist mein.
Ist es wahr? Es muß sein.
Nimm mich jetzt bei der Hand,
und mein Herz wird immer
bei dir sein. Ich träume,
mit dir, von dir; fühlst du?
So viele Gedanken -
mein letzter Gedanke
der Nacht, und mein erste
am Morgen, sind nur du.
Egal wo du bist, dort
wo meine Heimat ist.
- Agnes Chewnote: this is…
Sahara Desert, Morocco, 2014.
As we forge through the transformative, tumultuous, and sometimes traumatic years of our twenties with our engines operating at full steam, it often seems to be that an inevitable fate is bound to befall us at some point in time. It might occur at a particular moment in which we suddenly find ourselves running on autopilot mode, thereby serving as a catalyst…
Wiltshire, England, 2011.
It is said
that the Inuit have
a hundred words
just for snow.
a thousand words
just for him.
Yet here they were,
no words were spoken.
But soon she realised:
there was no need for words.
For there may exist
7000 different languages,
but here with him,
she only knew one.
- Agnes Chew
Bali, Indonesia, 2014.
a longing or desire;
an instinctive inclination;
an attraction or natural affinity.
In Thus Spoke Zarathustra,
Nietzsche spoke through him:
“You must have chaos within you
to give birth to a dancing star.”
Each time I read your words,
an explosion of fireworks
bursts forth, lighting the sky
in variegated colours.
- Agnes Chew
You and I
are alas not we,
for you are you, and I? Am lost.
Our ever after: dreams lost in doleful reverie.
- Agnes Chew
Note: This poem marks my foray into writing with Oulipian constraints, and is inspired by Fibonnaci poetry which marries both mathematics and poetry within a single creation. A Fibonnaci poem draws reference from the Fibonnaci sequence in mathematics (0,…
Bagan, Myanmar, 2013.
In the sixth century B.C., Greek philosopher Parmenides remarked that the world was a dichotomous one that was divided into contrasting pairs of opposites. In his view, one particular set of opposites prevailed over the other. For instance, in considering pairs such as happiness and sadness, he believed that happiness triumphed over sadness. Likewise, notions of warmth,…
A sea of cornfields
glitters like gold
under the open sky.
In its embrace lay
two beating hearts.
Once upon a time,
there lived a boy
who loved a girl.
But he did not know
the girl loved him too.
“Isn’t this beautiful?”
she said, as the sun fell
“Yes,” he said, his eyes on hers.
I would like to stare into your eyes
and see what you see with them.
On the day they built a telephone,
Hokkaido, Japan, 2014.
The ocean between us
swells and diminishes,
diminishes and swells;
a pulsating heart sings.
Might we one day traverse
between water and soul;
distant call of a seagull.
The dance of rolling waves
from colliding currents
beckons in every last light;
a dream: we are swimming.
- Agnes Chew
Singapore, Singapore, 2014.
There is sadness in joy, joy in sadness;
we of the present moment, ebullient,
hear our laughter, like falling petals
perfumed with melancholy, so transient.
The sorrow of an imminent goodbye
lies in the taffeta of bliss it weaves.
There are a hundred reasons as to why
the branches grieve over its parting leaves.
From bittersweet ache is a knowledge born;
Phuket, Thailand, 2014.
I fell in love with you
from a time forgotten.
Once a week, we would meet,
I, ever voracious.
You had illuminated my world
with possibilities, secret worlds.
With you, I learned and began to see
magic in the commonly unseen.
I grew up surrendering to you
hours and weeks, alongside my heart.
And as I carried parts of you home,
along the way, I found in you home.