One beautiful Christmas greeting

seanmcmenemy / / CC BY   Today, I’ve finally heard from an old friend – ¬†someone I could honestly say has changed my life. It was a simple season’s greeting but it was more. It told me that he and his family were okay and that they were doing fairly well from their ordeal with Typhoon Haiyan. It meant they were still celebrating Christmas and the holidays and that they weren’t just surviving,they were thriving. Soon,they won’t just get back to normal but will be in a better state as will their neighbors, families, and friends who went through … Continue reading One beautiful Christmas greeting


Broo_am (Andy B) / / CC BY-ND Dawn greets the meek child A gift called Day From dew drops to rainbows To shaped clouds that breeze by The meek that inherits, Without vengeance and strife, Grow trees of the forest And unparch dry earth. Whence Dusk wakes To sprinkle the sky With silver sparkle Moonbeams and stars dance Through soft-spoken lips songs play Hope, Love, and Peace With heart light as air Bequeath of young Spring Sleep embraces the weary But lighthearted one For that was the entire world Earth inherited In response to the Daily Prompt: Mad as … Continue reading Contentment

A year, more

Aih. / / CC BY Birthdays hold special meaning to most people. We start unaware that we are celebrating our birthdays, those parties are mostly for our parents’ benefit. Then we grow to enjoy and look forward to the next one and the one after that, either we throw our own parties or receive surprise ones from our friends and family. But somewhere along the way, we dread the years’ passing as we near and get past our prime; some see age as a burden after this. And finally there comes a time when we stop counting altogether and … Continue reading A year, more

Closed my eyes, I listen

splorp / / CC BY-NC-ND 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 … Continue reading Closed my eyes, I listen

Oh Christmas botany

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“ Swamibu / / CC BY-NC Red as fire that could almost melt the snow, a poinsettia sijo “Flame flower burning bright“ maaco / / CC BY-NC-ND     Check out other Sijo I’ve written on through my Sijo page Continue reading Oh Christmas botany

Open verse and other poetry forms

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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 “Open verse and other poetry forms”

A daughter’s silent farewell

JenavieveMarie / / CC BY-SA 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 … Continue reading A daughter’s silent farewell