Tag Archive | Poetry

Red and Orange

Feb18

Guess what colors died first in my markers

The markers I have been drawing with for a long time 

I was surprised but not surprised 

Orange and yellow were the ones

I think I’m attracted to these colors 

It makes sense 

Orange, for the rays of the sun

Red for the warmth of love and friendship

It so happens that I have two favorite mugs in which I drink my morning tea

And one is orange and one is red

These colors mean happiness to me

Laughter and joy 

Smiles on faces 

Warmth in one’s heart 

And yes, I have many red tops 

And orange in my summer dresses 

Orange and red

Joy and love 

February 18th, 2026

frustrated

Feb13

Check-in before you go to the airport

Says the machine

Then a bunch of questions show up

We need your reservation number

Not to be mixed up with your flight number

Although we will need that too, later

Then you need to scan your passport

Oh, something went wrong

Try again!

Success!

What is your return date by the way?

Enter it in this digital calendar

If it doesn’t work the first time

Try again

You know how digital forms are

We need the address where you will stay

And the Zip Code is just numbers, no State required

Now your Visa information

Visa?

Actually with a Canadian passport you don’t need a Visa

But the information is required anyway

How are you feeling?

A little frustrated?

Well, you can finally check in now

Pause

Code: PDSPQ something went wrong

See you next time

January 31st, 2026

Mornings of calm

Feb12

A few ways to recharge your batteries:
After a busy period of having to leave the house early to be at appointments
Or various places
Sit at your desk
With your cup of tea
Sip your tea
Focus on its taste and fragrance
And wait till you feel bored
No rush to go anywhere
Nothing urgent to do
This is your go-slow day

After you feel bored
Do something fun
Write a poem
Draw a drawing
Or whatever your heart desires
This will feed your soul
Energize you
Gladden your heart
Slow time down

You deserve days like this or at least
Mornings like these
Mornings of calm

February 12, 2026

Awful times

Jan14

These are awful times

Innocent people are being killed in the streets

In hundreds and thousands 

Theses are historic times

Their cry for freedom can be heard across the country and across the world

These are uncertain times 

Where are we heading and how?

These are awesome times

Seeing the whole country rise and demand their rights

These are hopeful times

Because we have passed the point of no return

January 24, 2026

My books

Jan3

My several bookcases located 

In the different rooms of the house 

Are full of books

I’ve even given some away to make room

There was a time that I had a ‘reading chair’ 

And I read book after book

Lots of biographies, some historical fiction

The odd fiction book 

Some self help books

I remember one time I was at a bookstore looking for a new book

One of my criteria was the number of pages

The more the better

So it wouldn’t finish soon

I read about political figures and actors

I read about people from other cultures 

But now, it’s a different story

I buy a book, read a few pages 

And then it sits in my room

Why am I not reading as much any more? 

I miss it 

Want to go back to it but

The world has changed with social media

The all-consuming social media

I read articles on my phone

But many articles, one book does not make

Times have changed and so have I 

I look with envy at the books on my bookshelves now

It helps that I have published a few books of mine

But I wonder if I’ll ever read like before

December 10, 2025

A village

Nov27

The statistic’s page in my poetry blog shows me how many people are reading my blog every day
Then there is a world map
And and I can see which countries the readers live in
It’s so inspiring
It’s truly amazing
That people in Vietnam and Columbia
Singapore and Indonesia and Bahrein
Read what I write
I look at that world map
And realize how connected we are
How easy it is to communicate with a global audience
We have come such a long way
From the times that we needed to read books to find out what was happening
In the other parts of the world
Or travel
Now, the world is at our fingertips
It has become a village
And we are its inhabitants

Nov 27, 2025

It’s a need

Sep29

Quiet 

Peace

Concentration 

No distraction

No questions

No conversation

This is why I come to the coffeeshop

Today I don’t have a pen

So I write on my phone 

My Earl Grey tea warms me up

The music in the background is soothing

Can you imagine where I’m sitting?

I’m on the second floor of my grocery store 

Sitting at one of the dining tables of the staff 

Having got my tea from the Starbucks downstairs

Many places can become writing spaces

I’ve written in libraries many time

In bookstores

At airports

And on the airplane 

You see what I mean

All that is needed is a means to record my thoughts

And an idea to start with

The rest happens by itself

Words flow

Thoughts are recorded

And for some magical reason 

I feel better after writing 

Is it the need for self expression?

The need to create? 

The need to connect with the ethereal space

art comes from? 

In any case

I feel refreshed 

September 23, 2025

Humility is needed

Sep29

The woman who is sitting across you

Full of confidence 

At the top of her game 

May have had very difficult experiences 

She may have been seriously ill

Lost hope and almost lost faith

Challenges in life can do that to us

The woman who is smiling all the time

Fresh as sunshine 

Has scars of her own 

And difficulties she cannot share in a casual conversation

It seems it’s better to assume that 

Everyone has been hurt

Everyone has suffered 

Whether we know it or not 

We need to be gentle with each other

Supportive of one another

And when the time arrives

Hold that someone’s hand

Listen to their story

And give them the opportunity to be heard 

September 29th, 2025

Hidden emotions

Sep29

The woman who is sitting across you

Full of confidence 

At the top of her game 

May have had very difficult experiences 

She may have been seriously ill

Lost hope and almost lost faith

Challenges in life can do that to us

The woman who is smiling all the time

Fresh as sunshine 

Has scars of her own 

And difficulties she cannot share in a casual conversation

It seems it’s better to assume that 

Everyone has been hurt

Everyone has suffered 

Whether we know it or not 

We need to be gentle with each other

Supportive of one another

And when the time arrives

Hold that someone’s hand

Listen to their story

And give them the opportunity to be heard 

September 29th, 2025

sometimes

Sep22

Once in a while 

I need a day or even half day

When I can forget my to-do list

And do instead things that energize me

Drawing, writing, hanging out at a coffee shop

And even though these seem like solitary activities

From time to time I need to be alone with my own thoughts 

Talk to myself 

Create by myself 

Sometimes we need solitude

To recharge our batteries and relax

Make no mistake 

I love being with people especially my friends 

But occasionally

I need a day 

Like today

Which is very low stress 

And full of nourishment for my soul 

September 22, 2025