Sunday, July 15, 2018

on waking up

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

artwork by dsnake1, a copy of Mondrian's Composition in Blue, Red, Yellow and Black, 1922

on waking up

you came again, right?
you came in the dead of night.
the nights, they never die
they come on the back of the moon.
we linger in dreams
              in hopes
              or tears
then when the alarm beeps
and the early birds flutter their wings
i see the rust on the window grills
the dust coating the glass panes
when i am too weak
                too sad
                to clean.


And if you want get up : Dire Straits, On Every Street

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Sunday, July 08, 2018

the four sisters

This is a painting by the artist Rick Mobbs. Over a decade back, Rick offered on his blog a weekly image prompt for us wannabe writers to ponder over it. He called the project The Storybook Collaborative. Those images are paintings that he had done, and out of it were some very good poems.

The below poem has been sitting in my thumb drive for some time. Perhaps I took too long to ponder?

painting by Rick Mobbs

the four sisters

"Can we not raise our hands in anger?
beat our swords into ploughshares instead?"

and Peace
raises her hands and releases the white petrel
where it circles the storm clouds

says Hope
and the golden flame in her hand
flickers but still burns strongly in the wind

says Love
and the stalk of red rose
bends with the wind but does not break

says Faith
and her hands cup the the sunrise
weighing the golden orb of the growing sun

and they look at the grey skies turning black
the sea sneering and scattering the dunes

and they are not afraid.

written 10/09/2010
revised 08/06/2018

And if you think the dark clouds will clear : Pink Floyd, A Great Day for Freedom

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Sunday, July 01, 2018

paper stars

Hoshi, you make all these origami stars so that the lights in the night skies can shine again?

photo by gv96 at pixabay

paper stars

once upon some
paper stars

we made a

but the night
pitch black

came between



Where ever you are, may your heart always be joyful.

Joan Baez -- Forever Young

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Sunday, June 03, 2018


This installation : Illumaphonium by Michael Davis of the United Kingdom.

photo by YunPing


She said, "you should
come up here more often,

it is quiet and chilly
and i get a bit lonely",

but i am not too sure
because the boy Icarus

dropped into the sea
the other day while

we were trying to
fly to Mars.


My daughter was at the recently concluded festival I Light Marina Bay, and took pictures of the light installations there. She asked me if i would like to add some words to the photos. These 5 were the results. Not much, I know from more than 20 installations.

Simultaneous publication at my other blog, i write too. If you want to see the other installations and read the accompanying haiku, click HERE.

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Sunday, May 27, 2018

father's day a blue bear

Daddy is fortunate to call you "daughter". Have a great day!

the card by my daughter

father's day a blue bear

so what
if the bear
looks a lot like
a doughy swamp thing
is blue
and the paper smudged
trapped by glue
and the text
the words
each letter marching
on a beat of its own
misaligned in parts

HAp p y FA THER' s D Ay

so what
as my eyes start
to tear
my heart gurgles
a bubbling brook
as that little six year old girl
extends the card
with both hands
those proud eyes, burning
that said
i made this card
for you

for daddy.

revised : 23/03/2018
no original date in the hand written poem in my notebook.

"but I can show you
enough to love
to break your heart

-- excerpt from "Song for Baby-O, Unborn", by Diane di Prima

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Sunday, May 20, 2018


sometimes we wish we can fly...

photo by Alvimann at


once it was
because i was
younger then
and i was intrigued
by it's deathly shadow
frozen in limestone
but now it is
the free seagull
of the waves
and blue skies
because you
sang of them.


a one sentence poem?

Pink Floyd, A Great Day for Freedom

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Sunday, May 13, 2018

our universe

This was an entry for the Genjuan International Haibun Contest 2018, submitted in late January 2018. The results were out in early May. No, this haibun didn't win anything. :)

image from pixabay

our universe

After we have packed our hammers and saws and nails in the toolshed, and our daily wages have been tallied and registered by our foreman, we gather outside the doorway for a final smoke. Someone lights some incense to the earth god, giving thanks for another safe day. Another feeds the black guard dog, stroking its beastly head as it eats hungrily from a dirty dish.

It is mostly like this, the end of another day, the smell of sawn wood still clinging to us like a scab. Sometimes we drink some tea, over a stove fire, like our forefathers did, building railroads and harbours in America and Hong Kong, half a lifetime away from home. The red glows of our cigarette tips flare, taunting the stars that are coming out in the gathering darkness, over the bulky silhouettes of the unfinished buildings behind us.

We stub out our cigarettes, grunt some goodbyes and jibes, and start our trucks and motor bikes, for the journey home, the tires churning out a cloud of dust on the unpaved roads. Tomorrow we will be here again, the dog's barks, loud in the early light blues of our universe.

dusk descends
the cirrus clouds sing
of a flat earth


and if you are still in the office: Working Class Hero -- John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band

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