Broken but Regained Hope

I
Vast sparkly waves of ocean
As the sun shines onto the ocean
Vastness of ocean increases more

II
Final beautiful sight in mind
Gradually sink into the bottom ocean seabed
Eyelids close, sealing own fate

III
Blur sight of a swimmer
Before losing consciousness in the ocean depth
Everyone flashes back in memories

IV
Awaking to the soothing music
Among two smiling patients on hospital beds
Hopes re-live in his heart

V
A man dressed in white
Listens to poured out woes and pats
When other patients go outdoor

VI
Encourages her to be strong
Sowing a strength to own beloved friend
In times of tumultuous life

VII
Seeds of love and care
Gradually buds forth in her broken heart
Living filled with hope again

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 23 July 2013 at 6pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 from 9:16am to 10:17am

This image had been appearing in my friend’s mind to part III so I expressed it in haiku and continues it.

Warm Hug

In the morning
A sweet voice
Wakes me up
We begin the
Day with prayer

First time to
See him climb
To my bed
Lie beside me
Seeking to hug
We hug together
This delight me
Warmth fills atmosphere
Warmth feelings fill
Inside my heart
And I think
Warmth feelings fill
In his heart

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 5 June 2013 at 9am

My heart was delighted for my son to climb out of his bed towards my bed. This is the first time for him to do so. Warmth filled the atmosphere. Then he left the room for milk.

Air Pollution on Bed

Rolling to the left
Butt facing me
Pooooot!
A long fart
Its stench
Ticks my nostril
Its stench is like
The smell of poo
Air pollution!
Smelly
Smelly!

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 29 May 2013 from 2:33am to 2:38am

My husband was sleeping besides me while I read a book. The fart sound shocked me. Then it was followed by the stench smell hurt my nostril. Oh, my misery to have insomnia.

Swaying Butt

Refusing to brush his teeth;
Feet sticking to the wall;
Arms onto grandma’s bed.
Helper shouts for his dad’s help.
His dad enters grandma’s room
With a dark face
Nearing him . . .

Brooh! Brooh! Brooh!
Saliva onto his dad’s face
IMPOLITE!
Hand is going to slap!
But . . .
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Repetitively
Avoid his slapping hand.
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Continuously
Avoid his slapping hand again.

Stop his butt and . . .
SLAP!
Mouth turns downward
Sad . . .
Holding his tears.
He is sorry.
His dad returns to his room;
Downward mouth turns upward
Grinning!

Inspiration On: Saturday, 2 February 2013 at 12:02am

After I reached home from attending self-publishing workshop, my mother and helper reported to me of my toddler’s second mischief. So the above inspiration was birthed forth. During the swaying of butt, my helper laughed until her stomach pain.