Ecrou Borgne

By Hui Ling Neo

This is an acorn-nutshell idea of poems and short stories written when I was recovering from my illness.
A poem about my book: The Woody Perennial
The woody perennial is not woody.
The plant is a stalk of pricks.
The color of stem is olive green.
It stands strong.
The woody perennial has flowers.
The plant has an arrondissement of petals.
Its petals fall one by one in loving sequence.
It is romantic.
If you think literature is interesting, you will find this book enticing to readers as it is a compilation of poems and short stories describing my life as a wanderer when I am struggling with my illness. Well, I recovered, and this is my book with encounters of my life as a poet. I love poetry writing and have wrote many poems in my entire youth life. These are the better ones that I have handpicked and chosen for this book entitled Ecrou Borgne (translated as acorn nut). I love French literature, and that is why I wrote this book with a French title to it.
An acorn is a blessing pine object, and within the deep forests, it grew beautifully. I chose this title so that we can find resilience in overcoming the obstacles in our everyday life. I enjoyed writing this book, and I hope that you, as a reader, will enjoy reminiscing through it too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Jun 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482831559

Book preview

A Little Story

She has in her chamber,

Full of little things she love.

But most of all the little things,

Her most loved is Bren.

She would sleep with him every night,

As he prepares her bed for her.

And there came her husband one day…

And Bren gave everything to him- about her.

It is called The chamber of Leia.

This is her sleeping chamber.

Oh, the beauty of sleep.

And she always wakes up afresh for a new day.

In this chamber, she plays music…

And sleeps into it everyday.

Reeve would protect her in her bed…

And he does it well.

She plays beautifully dreamy music in this chamber…

And enjoys it as her therapy to this world.

Other than this chamber,

There is another movable chamber borne from this chamber.

It brings beautiful memories to Her along the way.

And She enjoys every moment of it.

And the Big Ben would sound…

And many gifts would come to Her everyday.

And She would travel with this chamber,

to many different parts of this world.

Where, money would come rolling in.

And she would be forever rich.

And She would be very healthy…

In pink health everyday for the new surprises.

AND she would be very happy everyday…

Lasting till beyond and beyond…

A poem of grass and dew

I walked on a tuft of grass.

I felt its tingling beneath my