of life in its many forms.
She is afraid of how she'll present in a crowd and to anyone - will she falter, will she seem stupid, will she know the best way to be. And she is fearful of what will happen as her mind tells her stories of worst outcomes of any situation. What if she can't cope? What… Continue reading Stories told
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”
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.
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.
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?
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
A little creativity... and I like the prompt word. Funny how some words just beckon 🙂 Prompt word 'stay' for the 'a' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'a' line? Check this out here. Self-assured undeterred they stay their way, looking for that future when the sun sets; hope she nurtures in… Continue reading She knows
Sensuousness… what’s your take on it? A rainy day in the mountains, in (what feels like) the depth of winter. As I finish the weekly errands, I long for a warm room, a seat by the window looking out into the grey sky and shadows of the nature around , a steaming cup of coffee… Continue reading Sensuousness…daily.
Someone asked what kept me going. And it took a while to explain the process to myself and to put labels to the actions and emotions which accompanied me. I used to have goals, clear and bold hovering ahead of me. Goals I was determined to attain. These goals loomed large, reminding me of their… Continue reading Is this right for now?
It's been a while, and compelled to write a poem today. 🙂 Prompt word 'wind' for the 'b' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'b' line? Check this out here. Time runs away, or so they say, run child, you must run like the wind; chase your dreams, don’t stop till… Continue reading Breathe in deep
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
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
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
