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 … Continue reading a nursing home blue and a poem

am i not rare? a sidewalk flower asks

Rare Yes, 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 … Continue reading am i not rare? a sidewalk flower asks

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

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

Passion

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 … Continue reading Passion

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

~ an ode to a 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 … Continue reading traveler’s mirror musing: an ode to a grey city red rose

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

Mirror The musing of the jilted mirror continues: 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 … Continue reading reflection of the jilted mirror: musing on a flower is not a flower

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! ````````````````````````````````````````` ~ a haiku for February love ~ the ages cannot count the flowers and the leaves: je t'aime, 爱, and love.