David Ngo

one more night 

bracing for a storm 

the old tree 

—David Ngo

Silent awakening, a haibun by David Ngo

Hovering above the stubborn snow clinging to the rooftop, the eastern sunrise brushes gently against her stoic face, rousing her from slumber, still veiled in white.

first spring dawn—

the hushed fireworks

of Fuji

—David Ngo

Transition, a haibun by David Ngo

Ever since Mum made me a kite and I gazed up at the sky, I believed I could fly like Ultraman and E.T, and I wondered what adventures we could have. I once believed the ultimate goal was to break free from the line and follow the wind into the vast. Now I cherish holding on to the final moment. 

high above 

drifting silent 

a bird

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Shine on, a haibun by David Ngo

Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—all for one thought: the uncertain future of those left behind. 

    twilight...

    the fading flicker

    of a spark 

(in memoriam, my late mother Ling Boey King, 1936-2025)

—David Ngo

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David Ngo

a flower blooms

only when it is history

David Ngo

David Ngo

A kite flies freely,

harmonising with the breeze,

its string broken,

surrendering to

the destiny of the wind.

David Ngo

Elephants and turtles

dance in the wind,

while lemongrass and tom yum

swirl in the air,

amidst a babel of languages.

David Ngo

David Ngo

Arabian nights' tales,

echoed in the dreams.

David Ngo

David Ngo

in the valley's depth,

a spring gushes forth.

David Ngo

David Ngo

one road

upon another—

shoulders to stand on

David Ngo

treasure the moment

if only I could message

yesterday's self

David Ngo

life's journey seeks

to fill the blanks

David Ngo

David Ngo

fireworks shoot

exploding everywhere in the sky—

memory's trigger

David Ngo

David Ngo

mala hotpot—

old flames kindle anew

David Ngo

David Ngo

stone carvings—

yesterdays relived

David Ngo

David Ngo

clear signal—

the bird flees

while another nears

David Ngo

David Ngo

Music fills the air,

finding its channel.

David Ngo

David Ngo

caged bird released

releasing its captor's heart

from the cage's grip

David Ngo

David Ngo

nature's ballet

lined up for my morning ride

tree shadows waltzing

David Ngo

David Ngo

Sunset's afterglow,

Stars rush to claim empty seats,

One less than needed.

David Ngo

David Ngo

if only you could 

be a messenger of peace

dandelion

David Ngo

David Ngo

two koi fish

leisurely

swim on the road

unaware

of the danger ahead

David Ngo

David Ngo

old town café

kaya toast with half-cooked eggs 

bringing back the taste

of yesterday 

which is gone forever

David Ngo