solar storm--
my cellphone
your voice, out
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Holy Friday
Holy Friday--
a child tells her grandpa
to knell
Note: Here is a comment from a reader on this poem:
- In cherrypoetryclub@yahoogroups.com, "gumamilacruz"
wrote:
>
> This week, we Filipinos celebrate Holy Week.
> This week, we Filipinos trace the passion and death of our Lord, Jesus
> Christ.
> It will end on Sunday, the Easter Sunday.
>
> Holy Friday
>
> Holy Friday--
> a child tells her grandpa
> to knell
>
> Melcichon
> Aklan, Philippines
>
Dear Melcichon,
A delightful poem you have written. As you know, I tend to believe
that there are happy accidents in life. The last line of your poem
gave me pause to think that the child actually said the word "knell"
rather than "kneel". This reminded me of my childhood when I would get
similar sounding words mixed up as I was learning how to say them. For
several years, I said "three" for "tree"... to me they sounded the same.
Your poem is especially poignant to me because of the advanced age of
my mother excludes her from kneeling for fear of damage to her frail
bones. But, I know that if her great-granddaughter asked her to kneel,
my mother, would despite the frail health. Such is the bond between
grandparents and grandchildren or great-grandchildren.
Good Friday --
blossom petals left
on the supper table
ciao... chibi
a child tells her grandpa
to knell
Note: Here is a comment from a reader on this poem:
- In cherrypoetryclub@yahoogroups.com, "gumamilacruz"
>
> This week, we Filipinos celebrate Holy Week.
> This week, we Filipinos trace the passion and death of our Lord, Jesus
> Christ.
> It will end on Sunday, the Easter Sunday.
>
> Holy Friday
>
> Holy Friday--
> a child tells her grandpa
> to knell
>
> Melcichon
> Aklan, Philippines
>
Dear Melcichon,
A delightful poem you have written. As you know, I tend to believe
that there are happy accidents in life. The last line of your poem
gave me pause to think that the child actually said the word "knell"
rather than "kneel". This reminded me of my childhood when I would get
similar sounding words mixed up as I was learning how to say them. For
several years, I said "three" for "tree"... to me they sounded the same.
Your poem is especially poignant to me because of the advanced age of
my mother excludes her from kneeling for fear of damage to her frail
bones. But, I know that if her great-granddaughter asked her to kneel,
my mother, would despite the frail health. Such is the bond between
grandparents and grandchildren or great-grandchildren.
Good Friday --
blossom petals left
on the supper table
ciao... chibi
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Blue Skies
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
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