2020 Review

2020 was a year that seemed to have more than usual stuff to grumble about. But would I give in to it and drown myself in complaints? I really rathered not. If I went down and was under, I had no capacity to share light with my fellow humans. I chose to give thanks and stayed afloat.

Friendship comes and goes. I think writer-reader relationship is similar. It’s better to celebrate the journey we shared than be sad about the departure.

My special thanks go to the following fellow bloggers who have been bringing joy and love to my creative world:

Ana

Bart

Ben

Ben at Brother’s Campfire

Jay

Keza

Lisa

Rob

RoBIN

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

Seascape

the insignificant sand cells
sculpted by tangy waves
and mighty wind
become ever-changing landscape

menmories the lighthouse replays
between the sun and the moon
last a lifetime of agony
as well as happiness

the cycle of life and death
and the fragility of
inability to fortell
is the exact climax of beauty

Photo by Cassa Bassa at Nobby’s Beach, Newcastle, Australia

Life is Not A Catwalk

I was given a title “Life is Not A Catwalk” as a prompt. Here I produced…

Fast fashion is not a lie

It’s the bright side we choose to see
Models walk on the illuminating stage
showing off the season’s new look like fireworks
a spur-of-the-moment glam and blink

There is the other side we refuse to see
the workers in the sweat shop
the carbon pollution emitted to the atmosphere
a lifetime unrepairable planet

If buying clothes makes you happy
there is something else also to bring you joy
Keep searching
You will find it and be satisfied

Old Pair of Hands

Her hands
traveled a great distance in time
from her mother’s nourishing bosoms
led by her father’s sturdy palms

Her hands
was given away to a trustworthy man
whose gentle touch unlocked her heart
overflown with joy

Her hands
were latched on by tiny fingers
fragile and angelic
never ever letting go

Her hands
traveled afar in the land
from the touch of life giving soil and rain
to the production line and paperwork
the wrinkles told of her life long hard work
the sun spots apprised her of a blessed long life

Logic

If we could change the past
If we could live the same minute twice
Would we?

If the past moment is the best
What is the purpose of living?

If the memory is the most traumatic
Why do we allow ourselves stuck in that?

If free will is the most powerful
Fear is a liar
Clearly we hold the best cards dealt in life

Spare and Share

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Change

Christmas is the celebration of a true King born in a barn. A son was born from wedlock.

All the Christmas decorations are up and in grand display. It grieves me to walk the hussle bussle street in twinkling lights and watch ashen faces begging for spare change. I often wonder is the spare change you ask for, or the human love you call me to share.

‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’ – Matthew 25:40