For the weekend, read or listen... let the words seep into you. Hokusai says, by Roger Keyes Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious. He says there is no end to seeing He says look forward to getting old. He says keep changing, you just get … Continue reading Hokusai says… let life live through you
Hold this lightly as we meet each other... a modern translation of a 14th century poem by Sufi poet, Hafiz. Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them “Love Me” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, this great pull … Continue reading Admit something – a poem
I do not watch horror movies; I shield my eyes in critical moments in a suspense thriller. (No, I'm not missing the “excitement” at all!) Where possible, I choose not to engage in conflict. I have created a peaceful space in my home and in my life in general. I live a relatively simple life. … Continue reading Can we bear it?
Those who have ever assembled a piece of IKEA furniture know this: the instruction manual makes sense, and it doesn’t. It doesn’t make sense because we do not understand how this step can lead to the next, and ultimately becomes that piece of furniture we saw in the catalogue or showroom. It doesn’t make sense … Continue reading Life according to IKEA
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And … Continue reading There will be time
It's a feeling kind of weekend. Open I declare, love is sacred, paramount, for those near and far; winds of storm, rain pelts fear may dominate, let not love be a limit. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #307. This week's prompt words are open and close. If you are interested in … Continue reading it’s love #haiku 307
Love his soulful voice... https://youtu.be/KrirWrwNri8 ~ FlorenceT
Is it hesitation or is it careful consideration? Is it “being nice” or is it “being fearful”? Is it doubt or merely kindness? Is it being in my power or is it being mean? There was a myriad of emotions which presented these last few weeks from these questions. And when the resolution arrived, it … Continue reading Pragmatic hope
Enjoying the decima poem. 🙂 Prompt word 'eye' for the 'b' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'b' line? Check this out here. In the clouds, what shapes do you see? A hand waves, beckoning goodbye Soft lines, curves seducing the eye Waiting for rain to reach the sea; Autumn foliage, … Continue reading Watching, a decima poem
She cried again. Over the time that had passed. Of the years she lost to her duties. Of the years she abandoned for fear. Sorrow etched her brow. She can only feel the tightening in her chest. She can only hear echoes of how she used to be. Submerged in this grief she cannot … Continue reading Will she smile?
Two haiku with different feels... gentle drizzle, hurt refreshing rain, drenching storm pain, enduring flood. and a slight to my name I endure but it repeats, might just blow my top. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #304. This week's prompt words are might and slight. If you are interested in participating, … Continue reading Duo #Haiku 304
I came upon this poem and Kim Sowol, an early 20th century Korean poet while watching a Korean drama series on Netflix. Intrigued by the feel of the poem, I searched and found this 2007 translation. I have now discovered another poet to read 🙂 Enjoy! O name broken in pieces! O name dispersed … Continue reading Invocation by Kim Sowol
Time finally permits me to try my hand at a decima poem. Prompt word 'Mad' supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly challenge. If only I wasn’t so mad, Perhaps I can see some real sense, Perhaps I can show gentle grace, And not make threats that seem so bad; But I am beyond care, and … Continue reading So mad, a decima poem
One faith is bondage. Two are free. In the trust of old love, cultivation shows a dark graceful wilderness at its heart. Wild in that wilderness, we roam the distances of our faith, safe beyond the bounds of what we know. O love, open. Show me my country. Take me home. ~ Wendell Berry, "A … Continue reading A homecoming
If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive. ~ Pablo Neruda, … Continue reading Keeping Quiet
This autumn - why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds. ~ Basho Matsuo An apt poem to begin this post - a reflection of sorts on 50 years of life. But how to measure this time past? An impossibility - so many perspectives, paradigms. Where would I begin? So perhaps lessons I have … Continue reading Lessons by 50
The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #300. This week's prompt words are grit and quit. This challenge has been going on for three hundred weeks...amazing! tenacious though flawed, giving up not an option, his will continues. ~ FlorenceT If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his … Continue reading Tenacious #Haiku 300
Now that we are required to stay home, how are you feeling? How are you experiencing this global phenomenon? Remember when you couldn’t wait to get home from work? Are you now feeling “stuck at home”? Is it a little like when you felt “stuck at work” then? What makes you experience joy or suffering? … Continue reading How is your now?
What a fortnight this has been... while I have had the privilege of working from home for some time now, the intense preparation for the work-from-home measures at my workplace has left me tired, sombre and contemplative. As news of international travel bans, airlines implementing severe reduction in domestic flights, and borders closing were broadcast, … Continue reading The heart of the matter
Come play in the sun, Creatures frolic, at last seen, Humans are at bay ~ FlorenceT The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #298. This week's prompt words are play and bay. Asp made me think of venom, while surge is a synonym for jump. Too tenuous the relationships? 🙂 If you are interested … Continue reading Frolic #Haiku 298