Two recent poems by Jimmy Awagl

The Cracking Dawn

A fading darkness embracing the earth
Segregating the earth before sunrise
As the eyes of the bleeding flame
Glow in the hanging fog
Scattered moisture departing tree tops

A lone placid sea turns blood
With the ink of the heavenly flame
As the infant dawn casts its shadow
Commanding the wind to sleep in stillness
While the morning turns into a glittering dew

The red eyes of the glowing flame
Casts a golden spectrum like a sunflower
Painting on the dazzling clouds
Beyond the eastern skies
Reflected like a convex mirror in our eyes

The nocturnal creatures farewell the darkness 
The morning cicada welcomes the glittering dawn
While the leaping sun greets the gliding clouds
As morning birds sing their cheerful songs
The rays kisses the dew on still leaves

The calmness of dawn
Forcing the leaves not to dance
But to hide the beauty of their smile
Like an old woman sleeping beside a fireplace
Warming her body by the burning flame

The reflective flame in red and gold
Sprinkle like an ink on the canvas
With the eyes of the heavenly rays
Escaping the darkness like a thief
Illuminating the earth for twelve new hours

The Dancing Waves

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On the surface of the mysterious blue
Unseen wind kissing saltwater surface
Curving white clouds of rumbling bubbles
Forcing the waves to follow in a curve
Like morning fog on the tree tops

A dancing queen with a glistening crown
Smiling and swinging in magic rhythm
Like Motu frangipani petals swaying
Stalked on soft frizzy and kinky hair
Waving steadily in ceaseless cadence

Like an image reflecting in a mirror
Rushing to the seashore’s sands
As a herd of woolly sheep might move
Wanting in calmness and serenity
Stained a complexion of its own turbulence

Yet, the blowing strength of the wind
Always making the moving sea grumble
Shoving dancing waves to leap and to dive
It’s the dance of the waves in choreography,
A gift for our eyes from the bustle of the sea

Published by Ples Singsing

Ples Singsing is envisioned to be a new platform for Papua Niuginian expressions of creativity, ingenuity and originality in art and culture. We deliberately highlight these two very broad themes as they can encompass the diverse subjects, from technology, medicine and architecture to linguistics, music, fishing, gardening et cetera. Papua Niuginian ways of thinking, living, believing, communicating, dying and so on can cover the gamut of academic, journalistic or opinionated writing and we believe that unless we give ourselves a platform to talk about and discuss these things in an open, free and non-exclusively academic space that they may remain the fodder for academics, journalists and other types of writers alone. New social media platforms have given every individual a personal space to share their feelings and ideas openly, sometimes without immediate censure. The Ples Singsing writer’s blog would like to provide another more structured platform for Papua Niuginian expressions in written, visual and audio formats while also providing some regulation of the type and content of materials to be shared publicly.

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