a nursing home blue and a poem

a nursing home blue

the call came

at uncalled-for time

waking in sweat

nightmare? you bet

no, a distant loved one’s quest

to rise from the stone-cold tiles

after a fall

no one recall

how and when and why

no one manages care

from thousands of ocean miles beyond

we come we dare

dear one you are not forlorn

loved one since recovered

what a scare!

Linked to Becky’s Polished blue


a path of riches in 2017


a Path of riches for the year 2017.
VOICE Know this: my God will also fill every need you have according to His glorious riches in Jesus the Anointed, our Liberating King. (Philippians 4:19)

am i not rare? a sidewalk flower asks

rare purpleYes, you are rare. In my eyes. Today, I walk pass this way without expecting to see you. I am just walking and not looking. I am busy because I am going somewhere. This pathway and roadside are just things I happen to walk by from one spot to another spot. My destination is somewhere else. My interest is not here. I am just traveling by. But I see you. You look at me and smile. You reach out your invisible hand and offer a friendly greeting. Here, this neighborhood? Yes, you stand out despite the environment. The background. The class in which you find yourself. You display your purple. We exchange greeting for a while and I halt my steps for you for awhile. When I move on I know I have encountered a unique rarity. A simple greeting one morning between a traveler and a sidewalk on which I have imprinted my steps one morning which will not be repeated again. The next time I visit this place again it will be another time. A moment in time is rare and unique with its own existence.

“Voilà, Lo, there it is, see here!” a haiku (and a prose)

2014-11-07 11.28.55 copy (1)a fine day unfolds

meeting green friends light refreshed

petal parasols

~~~~~~~~~~~~Nature often brings pleasant surprises. A casual walk under the sun may bring you to another world. Like this picture. We are taken to a tour at the dam to see fishermen fishing and making of fish paste. But the other side of the dam is lined with lush green countryside. Very refreshing walk indeed. It is like a part of our normal ordinary mundane life which is hidden quietly somewhere suddenly emerges and shouts, “Voilà, Lo, there it is, see here!” The beauty of creation unfolds so unassumingly even at a poor outback place like this.

The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them,
And the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose; 

It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice,
Even with joy and singing.
The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it,
The excellence of Carmel and Sharon.
They shall see the glory of the LORD,
The excellency of our God.

(Bible verses quoted from Isaiah 35:1-2)

Traveler’s mirror reflects: story and heart haiku

a rose in winter
a brave rose in winter

There’s no life story
too hard to share sad to bare
to soft gentle soul

Traveler’s mirror reflects: haiku for Scarlett O’Hara


Burning with passion
firing up optimism
another good day!
Scarlett O’Hara is the name of the main character in the book and movie Gone with the Wind.

Traveler’s mirror reflects: colors of tears (four haiku)


Rummaging memories
Tears of multicolor found
This one from printemps


Ruby red wine lips
Mid Summer night Shakespeare dream
Avon here she came


Wandering blue star
Captured royal purple heart
Perfect divine match


Calm serene in peace
Clear translucent pure sublime
Heavenly at rest



Isaiah 53:4-5 New King James Version (NKJV)

4 Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.

traveler’s mirror reflects: ‘behold, good writing’ (3 haiku)

~’nature’s beholding’~ (3 haiku)

sleeppolar 2

night naught may placate

conceal compose conciliate

satire vacillates


20141017 dawn

waking and seeing

day’s eyes flaming into mine

“behold, good writing!”


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the words came at dawn

affirming refreshed assured

perfecting my lawn.

traveler’s mirror reflects: a royal haiku

~ a haiku for being royal (day one)~

a royal yellow

no pigmentation

cast dye paint stain tint or wash

erases day one.

______________Read together with the next haiku with explanatory notes:


traveler’s mirror reflects: first love (3 haiku)

~haiku for first love~

petals in tears

Decision at hand

I love you I love you not

flower sweet or poem?

leaves for counting

Petals rare and few

herewith leaves instead to count

love me or not love

tear drops endless night

Ten thousands petals

cannot measure you my love

tear drops endless nights

traveler’s mirror reflects: velveteen flower on a coffee table (two haiku)

~velveteen flower on a coffee table~ (two haiku)

Haiku one:

nothing else matters

when you continue to glance

once or twice a day.

Haiku two:

when the real dries up

counter flower takes over

do I really care?

traveler’s mirror musing: flower of thorns haiku

~flower of thorns haiku~flower of thorns

a strange sign of time

flowers blooming amidst thorns

hopeful faith assured.


The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them, And the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose; (Isaiah 35:1)

traveler’s mirror musing: an ode to a grey city red rose

~ an ode to a grey city red rose ~

grey city red rose
grey city red rose

after the rain, turning your upright back to face the sky

firmly you reaffirm the gracious Providence in His might

to continue to shine His countenance and sustain with dew and air

every creature created since the beginning

to last until the end

meanwhile you raise your head without the fear

of who will take care of your tomorrow rain or shine

chic, delicate, dignified, exquisite, noble, regal and royal

you continue to grace this grey city by day and by night

mirroring the visionary glimpses of another life another realm another world another glory

traveler’s mirror reflects: three haiku for three October orchids

20141013 october orchids

the purple of rain

quenches gently parched heartstring

woken thanks and praise

20141013 october orchids 3

each petal speaks hush

listen to the heavenly

sublime divine bliss

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declare the beauty

of the Creator of love

in the beginning

reflection of the jilted mirror: musing on a flower is not a flower

The musing of the jilted mirror continues:

a flower is not a flower
a flower is not a flower

I am placed now at where I should not be

amidst the flowers and the bees

I watch the blue sky from the high rise crevice

and brave the fickle onslaught of the off-season menace

of strong winds and storms that I dread to see

but most of all I am offended by this marvel:

a flower which is not a flower

tied by cloth to the trunk as substitute

for the real buds nipped by famine birds from destitute

city where there are nothing real

plastics and rags recycled for meal

which whilst I still faithfully reflect

I yet lament gently to deflect.


Psalm 103:14-16 New King James Version (NKJV)

14 For He knows our frame;
He remembers that we are dust.

15 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16 For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
And its place remembers it no more.[a]

traveler’s mirror reflects: February love (with haiku)

Has my love changed over the ages ?

Here are flowers and leaves turning pages

Every flower and every leaf speaks ten thousands times,

the language of love: I love you, je t’aime, 我爱你!

love language


~ a haiku for February love ~

the ages cannot

count the flowers and the leaves:

je t’aime, 爱, and love.

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