It’s been seven days since 2017 came, and I just want to ask you, how are you feeling?
Is it just, well, another day is just another day?
Or is it, hopefully tomorrow will be much better?
Or maybe it’s still that bubbly emotion whenever you think of how it’s the New Year. When everything is reset and you find yourself having a new chance at what January, Continue reading “The Secret to Accomplishing New Year’s Resolutions”
No, it’s not the ladies dancing,
nor the ten lords who are a leaping,
instead, Christmas gave me something
that made my heart go singing
No, it’s not the usual lesson
of this merry, joyful season:
that to give is not a question,
generosity’s the equation
Instead, Christmas sang to me
the splendor of gratitude’s glee,
the beauty of my answered plea
in a time when born is He
Gratitude, for the family and friends,
for the joy that has no end,
and the gifts that they did send,
packed with love they carefully tend
Gratitude, for the season that comes once
and yet, gives us many a chance
to be thankful as we dance,
as we move through the days as if in a trance
Gratitude, that lets us see the light,
in a time that is full of night
letting us see our relationships’ might,
even though there are times that we do fight
Gratitude, dear Christmas’ firstborn,
often neglected and forlorn
call us back with your horn,
and let us thank Him who is born.
The way home proved to be one passing through streets of color-filled Christmas decorations. I didn’t mind that the road was a little slippery from the pattering rain. I knew that my Margaret was too old for bribes but I didn’t want it in my mind that I have done nothing to fix up what happened between us.
Taking a glance Continue reading “Her Gift”
In the face of the setting sun,
not too far from the fiery ocean,
I hear a laugh I know so well
was it really there? No one could tell.
Turning a little,
I see a boy
chasing a dog,
face etched with joy.
To ease my mind
I walk some more
Smelling the scent of love
that was there no more.
Then do I remember, Continue reading “Phantoms”
I used to think that man’s greatest enemy is time.
With so many dreams and bullets on my bucket list, I often have doubts whether I could even finish half of that list. And most of them are really time-sensitive because I don’t think anyone can be the young female protagonist in a play if she’s already forty years old.
Even so, I have come to realize that time isn’t the real enemy after all. Time isn’t the one who judges me. Continue reading “Mind: Man’s Greatest Enemy?”
As midnight tiptoes across the sky
I stop and think of you and I,
I see the dark blue of my darkness,
and the white and for your light and openness. Continue reading “You and I”
Until now, I can’t believe that I have finally gathered the courage to Continue reading “I Can’t Believe I Did It!”
What is it that is neither a lie
nor a truth that will never die? Continue reading “Dear Secrets”