LIFE

Once again I feel it stirring

lids closed, it's tiny fingers swimming 

growing

with each stroke and heart beat

forging an identity

it's identity

leaving traces of butterfly kisses 

on the womb's wall 

gentle fingers caresses from the outside 

and soon flies to the lips

nauseated 

But it's just a sign 

that all is well within the womb

You are most welcome for my bearing.

The hunter

I

 Naked.

 Cold.

Skin clamped
to the bones!

He was dying,

the past had robbed 

his youth
and glory.

His world eclipsed 

by a deceptive 

feminine smile.

He hungered,

the pain grew.

He fought it 

dragged it 

and fed it to 

the heart,

his faithful

leashed and chained

and set out for the 

 hunt 

II

She swayed her hips

the hunter sensed it 

his hungered 

tugged at the leash.
The heart 
growled
baring fangs
as she cocked her head
and swayed her hips
even more. 
Her skin
rosy!
fragrant!
Her hair
tumbling down
endlessly. 
The growling persisted
but was weakening.
The chain links
breaking down.
The leash
useless.
The hunt
endless!
Fruitless!
The heart
glowing, beating, heating up
once again

III

Leave me be,
he roared.
She whimpered
He stumbled
The invisible knife
twisted
his heart
 red.
She savoured it
He missed it,
failing once more
to see
 deception
lurking within
the delicate
mould.
 Tears sparkled
her eyes.
The hunt was over
The hunter ensnared
The stripping
begun
once again.

A smile that grew

... into affection
the little paw
that fit into a palm
snug
and
safe
reassured,
his gaze intent
and his lips
spread into a toothless grin
that
reflected
and radiated
on the face above
the mother wore a smile
a smile that grew ...

Delighted!

Three of the four bulbs I've planted are blooming. A long but rewarding wait.

Small things in life

So there I was, yesterday, driving up to Buddha Point to collect top soil for my flower pots, so I could plant the begonia bulbs which has been lying around in my car for over two weeks. I've been thinking  to plant it on a weekend- but what do you know, weekends are one of the busiest days.
So yesterday, I promised myself that I'd plant it, and for my own sake, for when it blooms I light up like a candle. Not sure, though, that I light up the place where I am at, at that moment.  

Chrismas cactus blooming last year

Small pretty flowers opening up and swallowing all the darkness. I've planted it - 6 bulbs- and watered it too. Can't wait for it to come out of the soil and begin blooming. Right now I am content with Christmas cactus (blooming late since Christmas is long gone). The orange buds have been here for over a week or two. I am waiting, patiently, for it to open up.
These are little things in life that matters.  Hopefully, amid the chaos, I'll remember to do a little thing or two, for others as well as for myself, each day. 

Thank you for the music

Being born in October I am an autumn child and perhaps for that bond I find inspiration in melancholy.
I can delve in my thoughts until it stirs and draws out sadness from every bit of feeling, even happiness.
Yet there is a music in me, one that stirs from happiness in a happy sort of way.
It's like the time I am so caught up in something that I don't have time for melancholy to sit on my lap for me to nurse it.
This is spring, and exactly like the season itself.
It is so much about hope and things coming alive. It's nature coming alive and even though I may look worn out and sapped from the outside, I feel like I am blooming within.
 If only if I could renew like the peach trees and the gardens, then I'd bloom from the outside too. Spring is the beauty one feels inside.
It is the uplifting music. It is the answer. There is no end to life. It is the music that musicians leave behind to be heard again and again and again, to be re-generated and revived. So thank you for the flowers, the reawakening, inspiration, for the music I feel inside and for the music that you are.