“This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.”― David Nicholls, quote from One Day. He never knew how he could ever forget the day they first met and began a strange, out-of-this-world relationship. Looking back now, he realizes how true these words have been to them, “You can live your whole life not … Continue reading The magic briefcase adventure: a random reading of one day
not many enjoy birthday and I am one yet it has to come and it is always done a friend who is kind to bake a cake sends it by drone landing so centered right on my newly laundered lawn she rings and instructs me to remember the pond making sure the weeds are pulled … Continue reading Simply 6 Minutes—04/13/2021: a random birthday simply musing
kai's photo at Monterey Museum From Dareia or Dorothea to Ecotopia or Dyson Sphere story upon story the legend carves on shimmering decorated glass windows of old we view dimly through muse's telescopic lens not knowing how it began and will ever end
No one really knows what happened up that 8000 ft. high mountain of snow or the fact that the small people live up there deep inside the wood. When he was given the assignment as a guardian of the four wind for earth and transferred to this Snowland as the last part of his term … Continue reading magic briefcase adventure: a conspiracy cover up
Does he celebrate earth birthday? The question suddenly appeared as he glanced at his social network message board. He has never really thought of such matter about himself. In fact he hardly think of himself. In a day's time it will be another chronological birthday for him on earth. After seven decades, he can hardly … Continue reading Magic briefcase adventure: Does he celebrate birthday? Does it matter to her? Or anyone?
Looking back he can still see her face. It is not a face that can conceal or even bother to conceal the heart. She is of indeterminable chronological age. She is not young. No, there is no wrinkle and she has done a lot on up-keeping her looks and her fitness too, tall, slim, and … Continue reading simply six minutes—magic briefcase adventure: first day in Snowland
Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. How little does he know this will be the lesson he has to learn on his last mission. Guarding of the Four Wind on earth is only 50% of his mission. The other 50% is to study the most influential power source on earth and … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: Does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
As he now remembers Snowland and the mystical woman he met up there at 8000ft altitude, he remembers how the trees have impacted him, as he tries to associate her with something they both can relate to without feeling bound. Both of them value independence and privacy above all else, even their strange unique relationship. … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: “I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”
“Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.”― Orhan Pamuk, My name is Red. To the man from a distant planet, a higher realm than earth, snow falling is like painting. A gigantic hand is brushing over the land and everything else in the Snowland with white paint. Not surprising. Because the invisible hand … Continue reading simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting
It has been a short year for him after that parting. When he hears this goodbye song today he feels an ache in his heart. Why? As he looks through the blog trying to sort out some old posts, he sees a goodbye song. He listens to it. And he feels sadness, just a tinge. … Continue reading simply six minutes: magic briefcase story-snowland’s goodbye song
re your wintry slip* makes me laugh and makes me weep tis time for goodbye *slip=note Note: this is the second part of my previous haiku (slip for an acquaintance) https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/22/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-346-slip-and-time/
giving her a slip hoping she won't call him creep redeeming a time https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/22/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-346-slip-and-time/
color my bland day painted paper stone and clay purple yellow green Kainotes, 2021-02-19
A Haiku Because love hangs on patiently adorns each hope undaunted beyond A Prose He has no idea how she has felt after all these decades, 29 years in all. He once thought they would have a long long time together and be happy ever after. In real life their time does not work that … Continue reading a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14
come tomorrow come hope on hope ahead in time lasting love joy peace week 213 of the Tuesday Photo Challenge https://dutchgoesthephoto.net/2021/02/02/tuesday-photo-challenge-tomorrow/
weekend sky #14 January 9th his daily routine walking up this mountain clean scanning sky beyond Kainotes, 2020-01-09 https://hammadrais.wordpress.com/2021/01/09/weekend-sky-14-jan-9th/
“There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.”― Kazuo Ishiguro He is really thankful whenever he thinks of what he has that brief season. He sometimes wishes that he has another life, a normal human life, instead of being a "man" from another world, stuck on earth in … Continue reading Simply 6 Minutes 12/29/2020: there was another life that I might have had…
holiday colors 20191212 open to solace undaunted by snow and ice colorful flawless https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/12/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-337-open-and-solace/
20191024 Blessed “How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart?” (Orhan Pamuk) He gave her a poem on her birthday, Rudyard Kipling’s “the power of a dog”. And she burst into tears while reading it and seeing a portrait of her dog that passed on prior to their strange … Continue reading Simply Six Minutes: Magic Briefcase Adventure six (about silent love and pain)
a night window in November framed in or framed out emerged or submerged life dream edging for a view https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-333-life-and-view/
California coast the tide spills our soup rock and roll and ebb and flow bowing to the floor https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/16/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-332-ebb-flow/
heal, first, one haiku challenge (Haiku one: Reconciled position) distant rumble "heal" who goes "first" he smiles she laughs and they dance as "one" (Haiku two: competitive position) distant rumble "heal" who gets "first" he asks she laughs alas none no "one" (Haiku three: neutral position) distant rumble "heal" who cares "first" not me (blank … Continue reading Challenge 331 FIRST, Heal: gender perspectives (one story three haikus)
confining indoor bringing sunshine all within through this lovely green https://beckybofwinchester.com/2020/10/26/kinda-square-26/
viewing from our side man you're really intruding guys I'm by-standing (Note: Conversation between them and me. Guess who said what?) https://beckybofwinchester.com/2020/10/23/kinda-square-23/comment-page-1/#comment-42876
a man and his pet bird in a sunny park no ordinary man and pet bird with red chest catching their day's rest https://beckybofwinchester.com/2020/10/22/kinda-square-22/
friendly visitors: two stags at the back yard we stunt each other new neighbor or intruder neither ma'am we friends Of its Kind https://beckybofwinchester.com/2020/10/21/kinda-square-21/
two of a kind (two trees in the snow) a day to relish early winter window dressed white paint brandishing Square logo for squares! https://beckybofwinchester.com/2020/10/18/kinda-square-18a/
Digging into my treasure chest I found this today. Alas, my perspective remains unchanged though somewhat challenged. The following is an unabridged version. My task at hand is how may I write a sequel? No, I don't mean a sequel in mere words which is easy and may be churned out like a budget standard … Continue reading “sometimes we just have to dig deeper” (a treasure hunter)
You remember and dwell on all the things you've lost and ignore all the things you haven't. Because your scars are like stars. Yet the night stays perfectly black. —the perfect apathy (pleasefindthis Friday, August 7, 2009) We could sing good songs about each other. 你仍记得，记忆留连在你失去的所有一切，却忽略了你仍然拥有的一切，因为你的伤痕就如同星辰，但夜晚却仍是如此完美的黑。（完美的冷漠） 我们其实可以为彼此唱出多么美好的歌呢 pleasefindthis (the pen name of Iain S. Thomas) … Continue reading the perfect apathy
Alas, the waiting is too long...for all that jazz. https://freemindconfession.wordpress.com/2017/09/18/alas-the-waiting-was-too-long-for-all-that-jazz/
“The Winter comes too early to my heart”
Amidst falling leaves the geese fly south
over water chilled by a cold wind north
my distant home is up this river bend
in the Chu mountain’s cloud it hides
as my journey ends some tears are shed
Folks at home are yearning for this lone horizon sail
for I seem to have lost my way, my quest
while the sea remains as calm as the vast night veil
New Horizon Of course this horizon is familiar to many. It is at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I took this picture outside looking at the blue beyond. There were few visitors outside that day at that time. One friendly oriental couple with a young child were around taking photos like me. It was a sunny day. I was alone. The others had gone somewhere else as they had visited this place before. I saw some gulls. A sailing boat at the distant horizon. I decided to present this blue horizon with hope. At the same time I also add a sunset horizon at the coast of San Francisco.
Meng Haoran 孟浩然, a Chinese poet who lived from AD689 or 691 to AD740, wrote a poem about the horizon. I quote below the poem and my attempted translation.
My translation below~~~~
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wordless: tattered and blue windows Found this in a back lane as I travelled in Borneo. Linked to: Beck's Blue and square challenge
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
See this window blue-shuttered silence see the things that can be seen through a lens but you cannot see the unseen things like my lonesome way sheltered in the coolness of the day why look at the unseen you ask the seen are temporary task we tend to forget and soon to regret yet framed … Continue reading blue square and a poem: recalibrate and celebrate
square multiplies just square Just being square and it multiplies. https://beckybofwinchester.com/2019/06/22/reminder-july-squares-2/ https://beckybofwinchester.com/2019/06/22/reminder-july-squares-2/https://travelwithintent.com/category/challenges/six-word-saturday/
leaf and life thought The poet gazes afar as the two slowly walk, Through a strait gate palm in palm they talk. Now I am ninety-nine and you not younger dear, Friend to friend, goodbye without fear. Time to leave them all: sanctuary abode round the corner, Old dreams of love and whimsy bliss that … Continue reading @my best friend: the time for an old poet
gold bars: economics principle Sound Mind Economics and Application Issues #1 Dear Millennials and others: Because I was once your age I know how you currently struggle with many pertinent issues. Why economics? It is the main issue that divides many in this world of “inequality”. I believe when we go deeper in economics we … Continue reading Sound Mind Economics #1: “equal right”
a poet's encounter She never knew his actual age in an enigmatic bygone life A somewhat suave soft-spoken man with poetry deep set in his eyes Are you the poet? She asked when their eyes first locked Seeing him standing out from the mundane lot Why, his pupils like deep water reflecting hers Why are … Continue reading a dancing poet and a lass
sky meets leaves sky meets water sky meets trees sky meets people Where the sky meets us there is a quiet space if you will just listen with your heart you will find it not too hard to love and not hate to give what you lack to resist loathing to desist stifling this super-bonding … Continue reading where the sky glues us
"I haven't written to you for a long time," he scribbled in long hand, "it is not because I have forgotten our times. " The letter came to a halt in the next white space, meant for paragraphs to be filled, stained with patches of water (something spilled?) mark. "It is Christmas Day and I … Continue reading where our lives meet, there is always time
#timesquare: the time of grace Time to cross the square heeding gentle beckoning of time calling grace This months photo challenge in square format from Becky is #timesquare
December Squares -the time of a poet A time to move on, Elin, he says, and they set sail to England. The poet sighs as the two slowly walk, Down a memory lane hand in hand they talk. Now I am thirty-five and you not younger, raising a farm family of a boy and two … Continue reading December Squares -the time of a poet
https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/03/december-squares-3/ sometime ago when in an interval story zone long ago in another story zone just timing my time and yours to savor and chimepreparing our climb This months photo challenge in square format from Becky is Time https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/04/december-squares-4/#more-12547 https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/03/december-squares-3/comment-page-3/#comment-10839
Guilty criminals experience paranoia
even though no one threatens them.
But the innocent lovers of God,
because of righteousness,
will have the boldness of a young, ferocious lion! Proverbs 28:1 The Passion Translation (TPT)
John 10:1 [ The Good Shepherd and His Sheep ] “I tell you the truth, anyone who sneaks over the wall of a sheepfold, rather than going through the gate, must surely be a thief and a robber!
John 8:26 I have much to say about you and much to condemn, but I won’t. For I say only what I have heard from the One who sent me, and He is completely truthful.”
John 8:32 And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
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Proverbs 28:4 Those who turn their backs on God’s teaching applaud the wicked, while those who observe His instruction oppose them at every turn.
from where we stand, on this street, the windows are open windows of opportunity open daily to hearts that tally and not give up patiently perseveringly waiting for the break dawns always break at the first ray of light come alive a call so still and quiet yet you hear it high and wide many … Continue reading another attempt: the windows are open
there is a quiet space where our lives meet where we meet though not often there is always space where you rest your soul and I rest mine behind a pale blue glaze quiet does not mean tired often it's a triad you and me and space why blue? you ask a task? a mask? … Continue reading where our lives meet: a poetic attempt in blue
If I sit by this river of waiting and you won't come while this whirlpool keeps churning my heart turning buttery white a catbird would whine like last summer's sigh on a lonesome winsome night "The shape of your heart" you murmured one day looking at our sky "fluffy white with tender blue stripes" seeping … Continue reading if the words won’t come to this river of waiting poems
Securing a second page to restart running this cold steel ruler to mark a boundary, a demarcation so hard yet tender in souls that had been torn asunder cutting heart to heart If you gaze enough upward and beyond this gentle starry night, you will see this river by which every poem must part glistening … Continue reading a river of parting poems
... the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.- T.S.Eliot