tractor in the field
robin and her nestlings
sing with the noise
mama collects milk
from the mooing cow
on spring morn
with the robins singing
under a tree
I wrote my haiku
such joy
cherry blossom blooms
outside our classroom
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Season For Everything
SUMMER
wet bedsheet
from summer heat
or sudden pain?
throbbing pain
I change my turtleneck shirt
lump on my neck
sudden high fever
in mid summer noon
mom panics
early to bed
early to rise
still forsaken tired
sleepless nights
start to talk with me
in bed
FALL
after my appointment
outside the clinic
a maple leaf pats me
diagnosed at last
on my way home
withered leaves lead me
a crow flies above
the almost bare tree
premonition
full moon, night's deep
still wide awake from
the doctor's news
starched white sheet
covers now my sickbed
night falls early
WINTER
freezing white petals
start to pour in
glad my sickbed's warm
poems in my mind
while the snow falls
my meds kicking in
one winter night
on my sickbed I opened
my black album
on my sickbed
sound of rattling bottles of pills
and murmured prayers
the doctor comes in
new meds, strong ones
a snowstorm starts
SPRING
frankly I've been told
'no more cure, dear'
I sigh
in spring time
everything comes alive
except for me
smell of carnation
am I now laying on my
deathbed?
a sparrow sings
a song so sad
it's more like a lament
doctors gave up
my files now buried
in their memories
wet bedsheet
from summer heat
or sudden pain?
throbbing pain
I change my turtleneck shirt
lump on my neck
sudden high fever
in mid summer noon
mom panics
early to bed
early to rise
still forsaken tired
sleepless nights
start to talk with me
in bed
FALL
after my appointment
outside the clinic
a maple leaf pats me
diagnosed at last
on my way home
withered leaves lead me
a crow flies above
the almost bare tree
premonition
full moon, night's deep
still wide awake from
the doctor's news
starched white sheet
covers now my sickbed
night falls early
WINTER
freezing white petals
start to pour in
glad my sickbed's warm
poems in my mind
while the snow falls
my meds kicking in
one winter night
on my sickbed I opened
my black album
on my sickbed
sound of rattling bottles of pills
and murmured prayers
the doctor comes in
new meds, strong ones
a snowstorm starts
SPRING
frankly I've been told
'no more cure, dear'
I sigh
in spring time
everything comes alive
except for me
smell of carnation
am I now laying on my
deathbed?
a sparrow sings
a song so sad
it's more like a lament
doctors gave up
my files now buried
in their memories
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Back to School
Today i asked my eight year old daughter to come with me in my old school. i'm planning to go back to school on June and would like to take up Practical Nursing. well if things will work out just the way i plan, maybe i'll be on my way to studying again. wish me luck!
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