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.

Simply 6 Minutes—04/13/2021: a random birthday simply musing

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

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

Same as last year: farewell, goodbye, and a haiku, my friend,

Dougie MacLean Same as last year. Goodbye and farewell, my friend. One day, if perchance, we shall meet, let's pay for each other's cup of kindness...and we will take a right goodwill draught, for old times sake. Just this once. for Auld Lang Syne dear I sing this cup of kindness blue sea yonder clear … Continue reading Same as last year: farewell, goodbye, and a haiku, my friend,

the perfect apathy

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

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

@my best friend: the time for an old poet

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

a joyous ascent from joy to joy

A joyous ascent poetry alone cannot reveal: a poetic study on Nehemiah 12:27-43 our words and pictures and the light Come assist celebrate Priests singers musicians leaders people Large choirs all Ezra the writer for God leads I follow Joyous thanksgiving with cymbals harps and lyres ready singers all around All to sing rise to … Continue reading a joyous ascent from joy to joy

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

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)

beloved, this day you shall not fly alone (updated)

this day I shall not fly alone with new hope and not forlorn living dreaming planning parting leaving behind my depressed mind stepping ahead as my spirit heard you said do not fear for I have wiped away your every tear go forth as I have come forth behold here is My heart as always … Continue reading beloved, this day you shall not fly alone (updated)

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

various perspectives on flowers: a poem

Variations on a Theme -marriage. the wife loves flowers higher or lower she will climb or stoop just to do a loop not the hyperloop deco her proper coop do not touch my chicken coop you nincompoop wife screams with her scoop the wife just loves flowers same as I love mower my shinny new … Continue reading various perspectives on flowers: a poem

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