The magic briefcase adventure: a random reading of one day

“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

just musing on something sensitive: a random rambling poem.

Rosalyn Tureck The silence of the sea. Random music musing. War=Wall between two humans.* I want to say something but I just cannot vocalize because it is too sensitive to talk about. Silence is a great wall. Sometimes some music can break through the wall. If only more have ears to hear. Pure music is … Continue reading just musing on something sensitive: a random rambling poem.

Magic briefcase adventure: Does he celebrate birthday? Does it matter to her? Or anyone?

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?

simply six minutes—magic briefcase adventure: first day in Snowland

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

simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: Does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

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?

simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: “I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”

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.”

simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony

When he first arrives on this magic mountain he doesn't think about love. His goal is to guard the four winds at this height of 8000 ft. He is one of the four guardians assigned to earth from another realm, which earthlings call planet. How little do the earthlings know the difference between a physical … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony

simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting

“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

simply six minutes: magic briefcase story-snowland’s goodbye song

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

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Challenge 346 SLIP and Time. (acquaintance answers back)

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/

a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14

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

an old poem on “The Power of the Dog”, a fresh haiku on “a lost friend”, and a news on a found golden retriever on a freezing Irish mountain

Many of us have a soft spot in our hearts for our pets, e.g. a dog. My family and I have kept dogs as companions for generations. Today I found this old poem about the power of a dog. I also sighted a random news about a golden retriever stranded on a freezing mountain for … Continue reading an old poem on “The Power of the Dog”, a fresh haiku on “a lost friend”, and a news on a found golden retriever on a freezing Irish mountain

Challenge 331 FIRST, Heal: gender perspectives (one story three haikus)

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)

“sometimes we just have to dig deeper” (a treasure hunter)

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)

while the sea remains as calm as the vast night veil

San Francisco

“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

sound mind journey

new-horizonNew 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.
早寒有懷
木落雁南渡,
北風江上寒.
我家襄水曲,
遙隔楚雲端.
鄉淚客中盡,
孤帆天際看.
迷津欲有問,
平海夕漫漫.

My translation below~~~~
“The Winter…

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blue square and a poem: recalibrate and celebrate

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

time travel haiku and back: just timing

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

another attempt: the windows are open

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

where our lives meet: a poetic attempt in blue

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 the words won’t come to this river of waiting poems

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

afar and near in perspectives: two pictures

I chose these two pictures because of the rather interesting perspectives. USA is full of interesting scenes even though I took these pictures at random. The people too. They are apart and dynamic and yet blend into the static presentation as parts of an integral whole. I can imagine individual stories in each small segment … Continue reading afar and near in perspectives: two pictures

another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem

Without the weekly-Photo-challenge some of us are feeling a bit lost regarding where to hang out and what to take a photo of. Admittedly many of us have lots of photos in our stock so we are not exactly all dry up and out of ideas. I have discovered that the world is not all … Continue reading another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem

favorites: Don’t look back, she says, I am not there (love story)

The goodbye is too harsh and I can't resist another post of more of my All-Time Favorites of some of the pictures I am sentimental about (which original stories/poems you may find in this blog by clicking on the caption below each picture). An interesting list of the above original captions (from my earlier weekly-photo-challenge … Continue reading favorites: Don’t look back, she says, I am not there (love story)

winter’s paradigm shift: another perspective variation

another winter Variations on a Theme -marriage life silly man stole my cat where you've been hiding in your chat not in syn my photoshop on my head woman don't be mad hide you may I don't care out and no with your game of GO woman woman not my fault cat loves hunting with … Continue reading winter’s paradigm shift: another perspective variation

to love: this is a song I will not sing to you

Growth this is a song i would not sing because the song has run away in sync with other days i shall not bring this is a song i should not sing because its lyrics have bloomed into an early spring here here i call in the midst of freezing into a laboriously sculptured thing … Continue reading to love: this is a song I will not sing to you

a reluctant winter transformation song

a reluctant Transformation song. mirror mirror on the wall fifty years have passed and i don't even know with wife always kneading sour dough i go slow better lie low gentle as a doe shoveling home this elusive summer snow see how she could throw the dough like a magical boomerang discus raw swinging back … Continue reading a reluctant winter transformation song

an autumn story: must be prepaid

a Pedestrian nothing is free son all must be prepaid a voice from behind the wooden wall warns. mind your step son on real snow must be prepared as he trips his foot over a thorn the glassy bottles rattle as he glides across and prattles leaving behind many feet long gutter clash, crash, clatter, … Continue reading an autumn story: must be prepaid