Tag: poetry

A morning in travel time: Why is your poetry so normal?

With a favorite poet "Poetry does not feed a physical hunger," she said. "But I persisted because of how it has allowed me to develop as a person spiritually." "If you are too focused on the technical elements - getting the how and what right - you can forget the why. The why, for me, … Continue reading A morning in travel time: Why is your poetry so normal?

So, let our lives Be full of dreams

A few poems quoted at random from Spring Water (published 1923) by Bingxin (Chinese: “Pure in Heart”), a woman poet from China. Spring Water 1 Water in spring, It is another year, And you are still running after the breeze. May I have a look at My reflection again? Water replies gently with thanks: "My friend, … Continue reading So, let our lives Be full of dreams

Don’t tell me women are not the stuff of heroes

Don't tell me women are not the stuff of heroes, I alone rode over the East Sea's winds for ten thousand leagues. My poetic thoughts ever expand, like a sail between ocean and heaven. I dreamed of your three islands, all gems, all dazzling with moonlight. I grieve to think of the bronze camels, guardians … Continue reading Don’t tell me women are not the stuff of heroes

grand-aunt’s visit 23: once a bird (a haiku)

she was once a bird a mother perhaps in time sadly snared and caged ~~~~~~~~Visiting museum is not the senior's favorite. Because she prefers to see life, its vibrance, enthusiasm and hope. The museum records a past. There is no hope there. There is hope in the future. Where are the children of this bird if … Continue reading grand-aunt’s visit 23: once a bird (a haiku)

Grand-aunt’s visit 22: cloudy perception (a haiku)

do you see the dog? the puzzled boy shook his head gold caterpillar ~~~~~~~~~~~The senior remarks: Often we see with what we already see in the mind: While I am thinking of my little dog alone waiting for me to return after this visit, you are thinking of your outdoor discovery lesson. But what does … Continue reading Grand-aunt’s visit 22: cloudy perception (a haiku)

Grand-aunt’s visit 21: a reunion haiku

Ocean foams aside Where have all the blue birds flown? Reunion with light ~~~~~~ The senior visitor is optimistic even when looking at the winter solstice and the vast changes of weather that have arrived with the season of general bleakness and cold. ~~~~~~ In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with … Continue reading Grand-aunt’s visit 21: a reunion haiku

Grand-aunt’s visit (20): a haiku of two sisters

Fearlessly she leads (her sister watches behind) braving ocean tides ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Remarks from a senior visitor: "The smaller bird is in front. Remind me of times gone by for me and my sister. Size does not necessarily count sometimes. On the other hand the adventurous outgoing one learns costly lessons. Courage needs wisdom too." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Words … Continue reading Grand-aunt’s visit (20): a haiku of two sisters

grand-aunt’s visit 19: all creatures large and small (a haiku)

~~~~Remarks from the senior visitor:~~~ The real spectators at the bottom of the tank both looking at us ~~~~~~~~~ Let all that I am praise the Lord. 24 O Lord, what a variety of things you have made!     In wisdom you have made them all.     The earth is full of your creatures. 25 Here is the … Continue reading grand-aunt’s visit 19: all creatures large and small (a haiku)

Too far for tears: a haiku letter

Too far for my heart draining silent tears at night an ocean apart ~~~~~~~~~~~~Although I know we shall not try to communicate unless there is urgency to say something to make sure the other party know first hand what is happening, I still take up the phone often in an absent-minded way, pointing my index … Continue reading Too far for tears: a haiku letter

dearest love, she called: a Mongolian haiku love story

  Homing dove not lost sure in heart swift wings to post compass pointing Love ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She wrote back to him: I read your short email and post and affirm now that it was I who called. It doesn't matter what noise you may have heard from the airport crowd I am fine and well as … Continue reading dearest love, she called: a Mongolian haiku love story

grand-aunt’s visit 18: refreshing (a haiku)

(An outing up a slope to eat and drink.) Accepting lunch treat senior puffed and panted walked refreshment beckoned ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavily burdened [by religious rituals that provide no peace], and I will give you rest [refreshing your souls with salvation]. (Matthew 11:28 Amplified Bible (AMP)