I can’t help writing poems when the urge hits me. It’s like the words are in the air around me just waiting for me to pick them up and arrange them on paper; yes, I mean real smooth-to-the-touch, crumple-prone blank paper. I write the words as free and natural sounding as I can in what is called open verse poetry. And although self-proclaimed and entitled poets trivialize this form, I quite enjoy writing it that way. I’ve always thought structured and formal forms sound insincere. But now I know better and I admit I’ve been as biased as those I just mentioned. Continue reading
People do not understand loss and grief until they experience it themselves. All of a sudden the very air is suffocating and you forget how easy it was to breath before. Colors slowly dull and sounds are gradually muted, symptoms of one’s very will to live on being sapped through every teardrop shed . Until you can cry no more and that pool of memories is your only world.
And then, something happens and you start to stand up and walk away from the Gloom. You are lucky if you can pinpoint and remember that specific trigger. “The scent of goodbye” tries to capture that moment.
The past few days I have been writing some flash fiction. I really enjoyed making a plot out of my self-imposed 400-word restriction. There’s not much room for building the setting, characters, and description but writing in lieu of these gets my creative juices flowing. I hope you enjoy these works.
- The most recent one flash I’ve written is a sort of Christmas story A Christmas surprise
- On Turkey Day, a Vegan’s tells of a love story- I found love before Thanksgiving;
- The simple dream about space of an average man is realized in To space and beyond;
- Experimenting with this unfamiliar genre, I had to dig someplace new for John grew up different;
- My personal favorite so far is inspired by the local church back home – A walk to church.
- The most recent one, a sort-of Christmas story A Christmas surprise
Have you ever stopped and reflect on how people in the past contacted each other and what difference there is between the times on that aspect? Have you weighed the consequences for having such modern means of communication and information dissemination. Perhaps you have had this vague sense that some price must have been paid for this convenience that would have been too good to be true for people from a different age. What are the values that were borne from the different kinds of media for reaching out to one another and what are the values lost from the shift to modernity? Don’t you wonder? I do.
A Sonnet that was created from these thoughts – With just your voice
Here is my page for the Sonnet on the new menu above.
I have written two sijo for two plants that are so associated with Christmas that it just won’t be the same without them. Just me showing a little appreciation for them.
An origin poem for the timeless tradition of kissing under the mistletoe
“All but the humble mistletoe“
Red as fire that could almost melt the snow, a poinsettia sijo
“Flame flower burning bright“
Check out other Sijo I’ve written on through my Sijo page
So I might be a little late with my post on this fortnight's O'Shirt campaign, but lucky we still have a week to snap up the latest design, to support the survivors of Typhoon Haiyan.
As we all know, the Philippines was recently devastated by one of the worst typhoons in history, with reports showing that over 13 million people have been affected.
I waited for the tears to come as they always do -
endless until they meet empty slumber.
But none appear while hollow breaths
punctuate the silence of the room;
affirmation of the torrent of emotions
suddenly hushed to quiet.
I am without pain
only inexplicable stupor.
Then even that dissolves into the void. Continue reading
This photo was taken from a facebook member Zsa Zsa. Thank you to all the countries that helped in the relief efforts in provinces devastated by Haiyan/Yolanda typhoon. This will be a long journey to rehabilitation but with the World at your back. Philippines will rise up again. With the help of the Filipino People all over the world and the help of all nations and nationalities on Earth.
It was a fun day at the pool with my friends from school. It was either the start or the end of the semester that we were celebrating for and we came prepared for a pool party. And before long we were all wet and having an enjoyable time. Two hours in and I was still soaking in the shallow end of the pool, always at that part.
I’ve never been a fan of the other side; just thinking about not being able to touch something solid with my toes in the water gives me the chills. There is something intrinsically frightening about being suspended in the middle of the water. Which is why I can’t understand how I managed to put myself right there in such a situation on that faithful day.