Which sea will contain my sorrow?
How strong a thunder will punctuate my grief?
Could the wind’s howl compare
to this helpless heart’s cry?
Empty Nightmare has become reality
For life as that which I have lived has ceased.
But the road before me is not untrodden.
Silver streaks faintly glimmer declaring hope.
These falling dewdrops form threads that lead to the morrow.
Fearfulness breaks way for courage.
As specters from the Shadow emerge
reflecting my own woes
We reach out our hands and grasp the intangible.
Our lives have not ended.
Changed, transmutated, morphed indeed.
But life remains to be lived.
Now with gusto and zest,
The new pages await my chronicles.
If one’s world are all the eyes could see,
then mine is an arm’s circle.
But this closed space is everything I need –
a singular station rooted
within bounds of stone.
Brick by brick I have built the walls called distance;
burned each bridge that were once silver and gold.
The empty moon hide thorn-laden grass.
A moat of silence keep the phantom siege at bay.
This castle of one is my own peace.
This new year holds something special for me; I can feel it in my bones. I haven’t been as excited about a year as I am now. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever being excited about an entire year. This time, I’ve turned a new leaf. I’ve resolved to dream and do what I want. It’s not going to be a year about me (but I’m so selfish I couldn’t guarantee that). It’s going to be my year. Reading it out loud makes no sense but I know I meant to say something profound back there.
Anyway, I’ve updated my Why this? page to let you all know that I’m changing some things in my blog. You might have noticed that the content no longer reflects what I started way back. I would’ve just deleted this entire blog since that turning point where all inspiration seemed to have left me but I couldn’t make myself do it so I’m doing some refurbishing instead. First, it’s not going to be entirely about romance anymore. Just putting it out there, I know you did notice it anyways. Second, I’m going to be writing more regularly. That’s a promise! And lastly, I’m going to confess that I honestly don’t know what else I’m changing in the blog. But it’ll be big, I think.
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 the same. It was testament of their resilient Filipino spirit and more. They are Waraynon.
It was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had.
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
In response to the Daily Prompt: Mad as a Hatter.
It’s probably weird linking this to the Daily Prompt but since this poem was prompted by it, I had to do it.
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 let our family remind us how long we’ve stayed a resident of this world.
This short story portrays one of these moments on Henry’s birthday – “Not just another birthday party“.
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.