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
A Face in the Crowd
Just the way I see you sometimes
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)
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 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.
a fine day unfolds
meeting green friends light refreshed
~~~~~~~~~~~~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 L ORD,
The excellency of our God.
(Bible verses quoted from Isaiah 35:1-2)
He never knew how
she had turned out this true blue
another art show
captured before he wavers
more than mere hello
Hard to say goodbye
Picture speaks a thousand words
pinning on your heart
flowers tell story
pieces of shapes and colors
formation of life
a brave rose in winter
There’s no life story
too hard to share sad to bare
to soft gentle soul
Months of battling
had not deterred her to live
defeating her storm
She speaks life daily
sparks spurs stirs vivifies hearts
transforms city face
Her dawn door opens
refreshed speaking life and hope
“Come in, friend, come in.”
Note the tiny ant visitor.
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.
paradigms boxes can hush
the birthing of love
Every day you show
quiet repose trusting hope
gracing famined ground
I have never known
How glorious sun-basked you are
Until I behold
Concealed yet revealed
Two codes of creation one
Cannot be fathomed
Amazing show of the symbols of male and female in this tiny blue flower.
Daily she dresses
Adorned perfected afresh
For celestial groom
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.
Every day reveals
Love joy peace patience kindness
–farewell flowers haiku–
pin this on your heart
Wordless tearless one last hug
Farewell love farewell
–Haiku for blue birds —
blue birds flock at night
Knocking gently tender shell
Come fly with me love .
~’nature’s beholding’~ (3 haiku)
night naught may placate
conceal compose conciliate
waking and seeing
day’s eyes flaming into mine
“behold, good writing!”
the words came at dawn
affirming refreshed assured
perfecting my lawn.
~a haiku on strawberry ice-cream’ (in real life – a cactus!)
seeking to quench thirst
finding this divine flavor
~ a haiku for being royal (day one)~
cast dye paint stain tint or wash
erases day one.
______________Read together with the next haiku with explanatory notes:
~a perfect haiku~
sometimes I forget
you have come such a long way
to taste imperfect
this first bloom demure portrait
a hidden beauty
~haiku for first love~
Decision at hand
I love you I love you not
flower sweet or poem?
Petals rare and few
herewith leaves instead to count
love me or not love
Ten thousands petals
cannot measure you my love
tear drops endless nights
~baby and mother purple~ (a haiku for real flowers)
the real does matter
baby and mama purple
daily painting life.
~velveteen flower on a coffee table~ (two haiku)
nothing else matters
when you continue to glance
once or twice a day.
when the real dries up
counter flower takes over
do I really care?
~tenacious love haiku~
suspends over weathered zinc
~flower of thorns haiku~
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)
~porcelain looking flowers haiku~
porcelain looking flowers
sneak snap of this gem
porcelain looking flower
“yes I’m real, you know.”
~ an ode to a 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
the purple of rain
quenches gently parched heartstring
woken thanks and praise
each petal speaks hush
listen to the heavenly
sublime divine bliss
declare the beauty
of the Creator of love
in the beginning
~pink flower haiku~
fresh blush from dewy
morning, drips honey sweet smile
you have made my day
~ May Orchid haiku~
Purple, white orchids
May bloom saved from famine birds
Sun kissed dew hugged bliss
The musing of the jilted mirror continues:
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)
For He knows our frame; 14
He remembers that we are dust.
15 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, 16
And its place remembers it no more.
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.