The weekend has come a-knocking. Hope y’all will have time for de-stressing and relaxing. Here’s a poem I just wrote whimsically, all the while smiling. Hope it brightens up your day, wherever you may be. 🙂
Gift of Life
The here and the now; gifts of life they are
Nothing else comes close; nothing else on par
A human creation, elaborate is time
Endless ticking, no reason or rhyme
But life, a precious gift beyond compare
Among the stars in the universe rare
Like the jewels in the heavens, our gift
Although its passing is delicate, swift
Our dear gift to use; each and every one
Infinite possibilities; a tonne
Don’t be timid; go and stretch your limits
Chart your future, far as the stars permit
Every father, mother, sister, brother
Dream big; let’s find solutions together
Khor Hui Min
10 July 2015
Let’s take a moment to remember all the little gifts that we are grateful for, like the sun shining in the sky, the rain quenching our lands of their thirst, our thoughtful and loving family, our understanding and considerate friends, and a healthy body and agile mind… 🙂
Life’s been busy lately. A lot has happened. A lot to be taken in. All at once. But life goes on. So here’s a new poem, because I love writing poems and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This one’s for the Malaysian Writer’s FB group. There’s a poetry prompt every Wednesday, and I look forward to it. The word for this week is ‘love’.
Love’s lost; Love’s gained
Doesn’t it drive one insane
Why is it that humans seek
Love in every cranny; both strong and meek
Why can’t we be left on the shelves
Existing wholly by ourselves
Why can’t the clock stop ticking
Let us smell the roses and enjoy living
Why can’t we set up house alone
With gardens, cats, Internet and phone
Why must pesky relatives ask
When’s your turn? Best get on the task
Pesky relatives leave; be gone!
Mind your brood; your day here is done
No love’s been lost; no love’s been gained
Let’s love ourselves today; no time to be pained
For my 18th post for the Blogging A to Z Challenge, I planned on killing two birds with one stone. I wrote a poem entitled Realising Reality and submitted it as my assignment for 10 Premodern Poems by Women public online course by Stanford University for Week 3. It has been interesting to read poems written by women in the 17th and 18th centuries and learn about the lives of the poets themselves. To visit the Stanford University public online courses page, click here.
Oh, and it’s National Poetry Writing Month in the USA (NaNoWriPo) now. Lots of people are writing a poem every day for a whole month. 😉
R for Realising Reality
This poem uses the heroic couplet rhyming style, i.e. AA BB CC, etc., and has ten syllables in each line. It’s supposed to have an iambic pentameter, but I’m not sure about that part. 😉 That’s 18th century English poetry in England for you.
A life, its essence mysteries untold
Is there a destiny, planned path of old?
Are we making life up along the way?
Actions causing chain reactions each day?
Butterfly effect in constant motion
Does anyone think and act with caution?
Would tiny inconsiderate actions
Open floodgates; innocence’s damnation?
Survival is not guaranteed on Earth
Silence does not become our home and hearth
Egocentric universe; can’t they see?
Individuals think of I, and not we
I am you, you are me; one and the same
What I do hurts you; what you do hurts me
Is humanity a saviour or blight?
Forsake the downward spiral, do what’s right