Days to grow a bunch of hair
But it only takes
A day to have a bald head
Inspiration On: Monday, 31 March 2014 at 2:03pm
Read proof On: Thursday, 17 April 2014 at 3:15am
Thinking if my son’s hair is gone, his round head will look much rounder. This makes me laugh to myself and births out this poetry. This haiku (in progress) has been sitting for more than two weeks. I have been reading and referred to it again in order to connect it well. Wish you all have good days.
Lemon juice no sugar
She pour sugar into it
Worried of me having stomach gastric
But I have no such problem
Sour food doesn’t taste sour to me
But her taste bud taste sour sensitively
Baggy t-shirts is awful to her
Destroying her sight seeing
But it feels good to me
Especially windy days
Wind enters into the t-shirts
Cooling to the body
Might as well she hides in the room
Nags to dry my hair
After my shower
Nags to dry to my hair
Before I left home
Nags, nags, nags
Nags like a rewinding tape
Nags like a parrot
Oh, my ears are tired
But have to endure and learning to correct her gently
Her nagging concern
Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 1:17am
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 15 October 2013 at 11:51pm
My mother is extremely caring. But she tends to do things her way of concern in her point of view. Going through this, I learnt something valuable. Rather than concern with own point of view, I need to understand the recipients’ needs. Everyone has own needs and perspective as long as it didn’t compromise God’s Words.
HUFF! HUFF!
Plucks her out of dreamland
HUFF! HUFF!
Makes her hair stands
HUFF! HUFF!
Chills her spine
HUFF! HUFF!
Is someone making love?
HUFF! HUFF!
Cause her to open her eyeball
To seek the truth
HUFF! HUFF!
Realizing her son is exercising
Push up exercise
HUFF! HUFF!
Close her eyelids
Continue her sleep
HUFF! HUFF! Continues
Inspiration On: Monday, 5 August 2013 from 12:03am to 12:08am
One morning, my mother was sleeping and shocked with the “HUFF! HUFF!” sound. This scared her and presumed someone was making love. But it seemed impossible. So she chose to open her eyes to see what was happening. A few days ago, she shared to me. This story had been stirring in my mind by putting myself in her shoes to end this poetry.
The wisp in the wallow
The way of fishes swim
The way of a fisherman
The secret of mankind
The pain residing in the heart
The secret of heart
The secret of pain
Do you know me?
Do you care about me?
Do you know me?
You don’t even know me
You don’t even care about me
The real me
Hiding behind the mask
Behind the smiling mask
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 28 May 2013 at 5:35pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 29 May 2013 at 4:50pm
A long hair lady sits at the opened window. Eyes glistened with tears. This picture came to my mind as I attempted to understand those who committed suicide. Words echoed in me, “The wisp in the wallow
Do you know me?
Do you know me?
You don’t even know me
The real me”. As I took this further, more words flowed out and echoed to me many times.
His howling is noisy
His touching is nosey
Concern is his joy
Furry is his toy
Soft hair is fluffy
Soft toy is stuffy
Pluck out his dad’s beard
Tuck in beard to his chin
A toddler full of energy
An energetic toddler
Such an energetic toddler.
Inspiration On: Monday, 22 April 2013 at 11:24pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 25 April 2013 at 9:12pm
Though my son enjoys touching safe and even dangerous objects, he is a loving and adorable baby boy to me. My son talks a lot and tends to howl, but he loves soft toy besides of car and balls. My husband and I often felt tired with our son due to his high energy level. I need to step in to tell him to prepare to sleep or else he runs around rampantly and continually laugh loudly.
Yoshiko 