Young Love

With Valentine’s Day slowly approaching, I wanted to share a sweet poem about young love.

Young Love

Bon soir, midnight –
a starless sky
full of cotton-
candy clouds.

Between them
are figurines –
a sea horse, a dog,
a character,
a bunny with a gun –
imaginings,
ink blot tests
of the mind.

In the distance,
the shape, of
water slides,
and a sky light
shining colors
of the world.

Before us,
the crystal lake,
like a diamond
shimmering
with orange,
so quiet, so still.

The geese, they sing
for us
as we lay
together.

I can feel
your body
moving, breathing
next to mine.

Your arm
wraps around
me.  It feels
so warm, so tight,
so right…

A Review of The Reporter & The Girl

I embarked on an adventure the summer after my college graduation by participating in a Summer Service Learning Program in China where I met a broad range of students from all over the US.  Among one of them was a smart, witty girl that attended school in Florida.  She was quirky, funny, and a little bit of a nerd, but most of all, she had a gentle, compassionate soul.  Little did I know that one day she would become a famous blogger and a published writer.

I am proud to call S.C. Rhyne my friend.  Her blog and debut novel The Reporter & The Girl (Minus the Super Man!) has become a guilty pleasure for many readers.  The story follows the life of a quirky girl (Sabrien) and her insensitive love interest (Jon) as they struggle to find their sense of self and the courage to express their love for one another.  What makes this story stand out from many others is the raw emotion expressed by the characters.  The quirky characters are brought to life and made so real that s/he could be your friend, your brother, your sister, your coworker or even yourself.

The first phone conversation that Jon and Sabrien had was not love at first talk.  In fact, it was anything but romantic.  The reader starts to wonder what Sabrien even sees in Jon.  From the very beginning, Jon becomes an anti-hero that you sort of love to hate, but occasionally root for.  He is the typical jerk that women hope to change.  Sabrien isn’t perfect either, she is strong, independent, and stubborn.  Yet she is also afraid to be vulnerable.  It is in this setting that the two awkward lovebirds find comfort in each other.

The reader follows their journey of random conversations, awkwardly-funny-erotic love-making scenes, and personal insecurities.  While they are an unlikely couple, the reader can’t help but hope they will end up happily ever after.  Because after all, there is a little bit of Sabrien and Jon in each and every one of us.  The moments where they fall in love, attempt to confess their love, and fail miserably at communicating are universal trials that every couple goes through, and S.C. Rhyne is a master of making moments come to life.

If I were to sum up the story and relationship of Sabrien and Jon, it would be with this quote (supposedly by Robert Fulghum) “We’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

The Reporter & The Girl

Living the Dream

Last week, I posted some sunset photos from my Alaska trip and mentioned that I might write a poem based on those images.  I am delivering on my suggestion =)  Here is my original post.  Maybe next week, I will write a poem based on the 2nd image.

Sunset in the Ocean

Living the Dream

A beacon of light
shines
across the ocean
like a guiding light
of hope and dreams
for tired travelers
that travel the world.

Amazed by the beauty
of the colors
in the sky
as blue becomes purple,
purple blends with pink,
pink melts into orange,
and back into blue.

A blazing yellow light
shines though
from the glow
of the bright, hot sun
fierce and blinding
to naked the eye.

Flickers of light
sparkle and dance
creating a path
of enchantment
to the travelers’ eyes.

Not knowing
where they are going,
but knowing
that they are safe,
that they are one
with nature.

Loving the freedom,
living the dream,
watching
the sun set
across the sky
as it hovers
above the ocean.

I Heard Him Making Love to His Guitar

I heard this song on the radio the other day in the car while driving to work, zoning out as usual.  The instrumental sounds somehow mesmerized me and I had to write a poem about it.

I heard him making love
to his guitar,
stroking the strings
gently,
rhythmically,
mesmerizing me
musically.

Whisperings words of love
through my ears,
his buttery voice
melted my heart,
touched my soul.

He was making love
in front of you and me
so beautifully,
so magically,
so lonely.

Stroking the strings
gently,
rhythmically,
missing her,
missing him,
forever dreaming
everlong…

He was making love
to his guitar,
stroking the strings
gently,
rhythmically,
his buttery voice
fills my ears,
soothing it.

I breathe
to his breath,
I dream
to his dream,
I feel, I see
his fingers
stroking
the strings
of his guitar.

He was making love
to you and me
musically.

And this was the song Everlong (the acoustic version)” by Foo Fighters.

Chinese Cultural Composites

In honor of Chinese New Year, I decided to post some photos I’ve taken back in my early days of college when I was walking around with my 35 mm camera experimenting with double exposures.

The sculpture of the lion and the architecture was taken at the Chinese Cultural Garden at Overfelt Gardens Park in San Jose, CA.  It is a nice little spot to relax.

Majestic Lion
Majestic Lion

This next image was taken at the Pao Hua Buddhist Temple

Truth
Truth

Hershey’s Kiss

Here is a fun poem about everyone’s favorite chocolate in the month of February.  I hope you enjoy this piece!

Hershey’s Kiss

An almond shaped like a gem,
placed in a swirling chocolate liquid
beating with life.
Sweet and scented,
twisted and molded
into a flattened teardrop.

Dark and brown
like nature’s dirt.
Carefully dressed
in silver,
sometimes in red,
sometimes in gold.

Hershey’s kiss,
shaped by He,
loved by Her.

Like a chocolate,
I melt in your mouth.

hershey-kiss

 

A Journey up the Mystical Mountain

Back in 2012, I created the Inspiration Circle where I would post a theme every month for everyone to create a piece of art (whether it was a poem, a short story, a painting or a photograph).  For one of the months, the theme was “friendship.”  The first draft of my poem was pretty bland because it lacked imagery, depth and emotion.  I was “telling” instead of “showing.”  So I threw that away and started fresh, focusing on imagery.  I decided to focus on the image of a pretty mountain in China and just for the sake of it, I used the Sestina structure.  I typically write in free verse because I don’t like restrictions; however, of all the poetic structures, sestinas are my favorite.  With sestinas, you are not restricted with syllables, rhythm or line length, but with end words.  With that, you often find yourself surprised with what you come up with.  If you never heard of a sestina, you can read about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sestina.  I hope you enjoy this piece.

A Journey up the Mystical Mountain

Hidden in the fog, but showered with cherry blossoms,
we continued on our journey up the mountain.
The floral sent drifted in our nostrils while the wind brushed against our cheeks.
We’ve only been hiking for a few hours, but it seemed like eternity,
walking through the winding paths together –
a wonderful journey to be discovered.

Not knowing what to expect, I looked at you and discovered
how you have changed over the years, how you have blossomed
into a stronger person from the last time we were together.
The experiences from the past have given you strength to climb this mountain,
knowing that what you uncover will inspire you through eternity.
Catching you return my gaze, I became embarrassed and turned the other cheek.

With the sharp wind brushing against my face, I envisioned how rosy my cheeks
must be.  Hiking step by step, I have discovered
that I would love to live in this serene beauty for eternity –
high elevation, fresh air, sounds of trickling water, and pink cherry blossoms –
far away from the stress and demands of society, secluded in this mountain
with someone I trust, know and love – together

with you.  We’ve had our differences, but we remained together.
I remembered the last time we took photos cheek-to-cheek,
we were hiking up the crazy Santa Cruz mountains
and in the midst of it, we found a gem, we discovered
the most elegant waterfall next to a yellow rose about to blossom –
it was a symbol of our friendship, something we’ll remember for eternity.

“Best friends forever,” it seems like we said those words an eternity
ago, when we were six years old playing in the sandbox together.
We had no idea how our lives would change or how our friendship would blossom.
I recall getting ready for dances – putting on lipstick and powdering our cheeks,
and gushing about love, while mending broken hearts.  We had discovered
that life was full of winding paths and little hills, just like this mountain.

Step by step, hill by hill, we are finally reaching the top of this mountain.
Th sun is about to set, this will be the climb we talk about for eternity,
as sunlit rays shine upon us with mystical colors, we discovered
that we forgave each other for all the past tension.  We were happy together.
Love and trust need to be challenged.  Though we may not see cheek-to-cheek
on many things, we continue to water our friendship so that it can blossom.

High above the world, on this mystical mountain, we stand together
to capture a moment for eternity.  You gently brush a tear off my cheek
only to discover that you were crying too, under the beautiful cherry blossoms.

 

Writing Challenge: Now It’s Your Turn

  • Write a poem about friendship, tag it as “Writing Challenge: Friendship” and link it as a comment here
  • Or write a senstina, tag it as “Writing Challenge: Sestina” and link it as a comment here

Windows at the MET

For this week’s “A Lingering Look at Windows Challenge,” I decided to post some window images that I took at the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art back in 2012.  I didn’t realize how many of my photos actually contained windows in them 🙂

Colors of The Sun

While sorting out the photos that I wanted to post on Facebook from my Alaska Cruise that I took last September, I came across these two gems.  Maybe next week, I will be writing a poem based on these images 🙂  Hopefully, they will inspire you to write something as well.  If so, please feel free to post a link on my comments section!

Sunset in the Ocean
Sunset in the Ocean
Sunrise at Tracy Arm Fjord
Sunrise at Tracy Arm Fjord

 

Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Flowers

Metallic Flora

I love taking photos of flowers because they are beautiful elements in nature with interesting shapes, colors and contrast.  Most flowers look best in color, so it takes a special flower to dazzle in black and white.  For this challenge, I decided to look for the flowers with minimal color, but lots of contrast and repetition.  Since I didn’t have time to take new photos, all of these are previous photos that I have taken in color, but converted to black and white in Photoshop using the Channel Mixer tool.  I hope you enjoy them.

Photos taken at the New York Botanical Garden

This image is my favorite because it resembles a steel sculpture.  The original leaves were green with purple streaks.

Metallic Flora
Metallic Flora
Colorful Leaves
Colorful Leaves
A Little Like Plastic
A Little Like Plastic

Photos taken in Phoenix, Arizona @ the Desert Botanical Garden

Cactus Swirls
Cactus Swirls
Cactus Blossom
Cactus Blossom