As the clock ticks, Illusion of time, fast, slow, empty, not enough, slip through these fingers. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #346. This week's prompt words are slip and time. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes… Continue reading Time flows #haiku 346
I understand enough Mandarin, for it to serve me in my travels. So perhaps it is understanding what the lyrics mean that drew me to this song. Perhaps it is the poignant melody. Or both. The unofficial translation of the poetic Mandarin lyrics does not do it justice, yet it is the closest I could… Continue reading An ordinary path
“You’ve got a nice set-up here,” he said walking in. “Yes, I do spend quite a bit of time here, so it’s got to be comfortable,” I said. He gently touched the ornaments displayed, reading the spines of books which caught his attention. It is not often we get these relaxed times together, a sense… Continue reading These things
The real test is that your truth should be good for yourself… So don’t play the missionary… Let other people belong to themselves and look after their own improvement… If they are really satisfied, then nobody should disturb them. If they are not satisfied with what they possess, they will probably seek something better… ~… Continue reading Belonging to themselves
What does it actually mean, for you or another? Perhaps this poem resonates? sometimes I love you means I want to love you sometimes I love you means I'll stay a little while longer sometimes I love you means I'm not sure how to leave sometimes I love you means I have nowhere else to… Continue reading “I love you”
Been a while since I've written a haiku, more than a little rusty! She curls by my side A gentle soul, only trust, As fears paw her heart. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #335. This week's prompt words are curl and paw. If you are interested in participating, go to… Continue reading fear/trust #haiku
Advancing, retreating... ebb and flow. Filling, emptying... replenishing and relinquishing. Deconstructing and reconstructing. This is how life is. Sometimes we are aware of this dynamic process, but often we are just living our daily lives, filled with busy events and tasks. Particularly during this pandemic, things seem a little repetitive and predictable. Sometimes we pay… Continue reading We are arriving
Today... letting it unfold, letting it go, letting it be... To not cling to plans, obsolete even as they are made. Stop...life goes on. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
For your contemplation... one who came as i became older the one who kept out of sight, the one who hid in dreams— she came again. her face was flush, as before. her fingers were long and thin, and she lay in my arms as always— calm and unmoving. between us there is only silence.… Continue reading one who came – a poem by kim sowol
I am neglecting her. And with this, attendant guilt. Not all the time, just enough to elevate the stress level. I do not believe that I must attend to her all the time, consistently and regularly. But I’d started out with this intention. And the habit had been long ingrained until recently. A new interest… Continue reading Which to honor?
Music, poetry, and books - all these have held me and continue to do so during these weird times, which are feeling strangely normal. I have long felt the value of artistic expressions and productions. Art has brought a certain gladness, many smiles and a sense of connection to something far greater than I. There… Continue reading What good is art?
Sunday... enjoy! ~ FlorenceT
There you are Thriving yet again, When you’ve been ripped Transplanted to another world, You’ve stayed silent But only for a while. Not content merely to live In the wind and rain You’ve danced merrily Wherever you are As if to say Watch me rise! There you are. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved.… Continue reading There you are
Those rain clouds, the sheltering spring canopy, and delightful colours blossoming. I see through these lens, a view with grey filter. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
So I've been thinking... (it's a dangerous thing 🙂 ) That loving is an art. It is a form of doing and not a science. And how does one approach this art? To excel in art, we begin with the acquiring of knowledge (ie. know-how) then we practice it such that it becomes second nature… Continue reading Loving as art
A windy wintry day, somewhat unexpected three weeks into spring. I woke to the tinkling sound of wind chimes which hang on the front porch and sunlight peeping through the dark curtains. Looking out, everything beyond my window is silhouetted against the sun, and there it was - the Japanese maple tree transplanted to its… Continue reading Truth will emerge
Is what we do meaningful? Do we do things because we believe them to be meaningful, or do we find meaning after we have done them? During my teenage years, I was entranced with Hong Kong entertainer, Leslie Cheung - award-wining singer and actor, songwriter and music producer. One of his films, Farewell, My Concubine… Continue reading Meaning in hindsight?
Simple. Always write simply. And not a rule I have followed lately, on this blog. Write to be understood. Perhaps this has not been the purpose. I write for many reasons; sorting out my thoughts is one of them. Reader understanding becomes secondary. I am not saying this is the attitude to adopt when writing… Continue reading A thought, a commitment
I'm feeling human, again... after a long while. Time for some wistful contemplation, Foibles, yours and mine, Ours theirs; daily struggles. My dears, who is right? The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #320. This week's prompt words are day and flaw. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out… Continue reading Who is right? #haiku 320 #dance
This poem by Korean poet, Jeong Hyeonjong <정현종> appears in his 2009 anthology, Island <섬>. A Visitor <방문객> To have a visitor is indeed a matter of gravity. For he brings with him his past present plus his future. Brings with him his whole life. Brings with him his heart vulnerable as can be as… Continue reading A Visitor, poem by Jeong Hyeonjong