He dreamed he spread dreams: a poem and a haiku

2015-03-07 purple

a haiku

dreaming spreading dreams

tenderly he wrote a poem

splendid color sprang


(a poem from a senior’s mouth)

He dreamed he spread dreams under her feet

royal purple in ManySplendored Thing.

“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams,”

he stammered and fortified against laughter.

Many hopefuls have uttered same in caption

regardless usual flaunts and deaf-eared norm

Alas, dreamers never learn to love ration

or find real strength to quench deceiving passion


Words in italics are quoted from:

A ManySplendoured Thing is a novel by Han Suyin.

I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” Poem by W. B. Yeats

grand-aunt’s visit 13: speak without a sound or word

busy conversation

Grand-aunt’s remarks: “off mango season.”

chagrined she heard them talking

too like her own friends


It is a mystery that we can understand one another in the universe. Human use mostly verbal and visual language to communicate. How do others communicate? Do things of nature or the supernatural talk? Indeed, often communication is through non-verbal and visual channels.

” The heavens proclaim the glory of God.
    The skies display his craftsmanship.
Day after day they continue to speak;
    night after night they make him known.
They speak without a sound or word;
    their voice is never heard.[a]
Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,
    and their words to all the world.” (King David, Psalm 19)