A Sleeping Jewel (Haiku)


laying side by side
a jewel in your mother’s eyes
while you steal a yawn

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a shower of gems
come pouring down from heaven
bless the sleeping one

I must say, a baby yawning is the cutest and funniest thing to watch 🙂 Just saw a picture of my friend’s baby earlier yawning away in her mommy’s arms and it made me smile.

Submitted to Haiku Heights, Prompt: Gem

Haiku on Page


life and death, never before i thought that i would be facing you both together, at the same time.

two close friends, as close to sisters as can be to me. one facing death, the other preparing to embrace a new life. one is dreadful and somber, the other eager and excited. what can be more polar opposite than those? and  i’m in the middle, watching them both, from far away.

i’m trying to feel what they’re feeling, but in the dark. i wish they’re within my touch, or that i can do something more than this…waiting, praying, hoping for the best for both. sometimes the helplessness is just too gripping. can’t say i know exactly what they’re feeling. i was never in their position. don’t know what it feels like fighting an illness so deadly, or expecting a little one. whatever it is they’re feeling, i pray that one of those feelings is peaceful.

both haiku pieces below are for each sister. be well, be strong, be faithful, my dearests. you are not alone.



-̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶

your body’s changing
the chapter refuse to end
dark pages ahead

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a new role ahead
excitement’s holding your hand
as you turn the page

-̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶

Submitted to Haiku Heights, Prompt # 101: Page

Haiku on Travel


Image credit to r3novatio @DeviantArt, titled A Beginning

travel light, dear souls
leave your baggage at the door
start new and refresh

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Image credit to jez92 @ DeviantArt, titled Path

travel light, dear souls
leave your baggage at the door
your free ride is now

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I like both versions above. I thought about picking just one to post, but then decided not. Each has a different message. It seems that the difference lies on the destination of travelling. Where do you think your soul is going? Where do you want it to go?

 

Submitted to Haiku Heights, Prompt # 100: Travel

What is Christmas, part 3


Christmas to the eyes of a 39-year old.

Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

find me an old tree
that needs its roots to survive
it’s where Christmas is

 

This poem has been posted at Haiku Heights, Prompt: Christmas, Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry: a Merry Christmas Special, and The Poetry Pantry #81 at Poets United.

This is part of a 3-part series of a search for Christmas from a lifespan perspective (3 different ages). Please also see my previous two parts on “Where is Christmas” Series here (part 1 and part 2). I think I have found the answer to my search. Similar to finding happiness, the answer is to look inward, not outward. I hope the same for all of you too. I hope you have found your Christmas and will find it in the future. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be well, be blessed.