A Language of Feelings

“Morning Sky”. Image by Erlyn Olivia.

Paradise comes to us in many forms
Mine came as a morning bliss
Knocking bad dreams away

The sun kissed my eyes softly to open
Stunned by the display in sky
I'm lost in a deep awe

A paradise moment is lost in words
It’s a language of feelings 
Tuck 'em well in your heart

Poem is written in KIMO, which is an Israeli form of syllabic poetry, written in 3 lines with 10/7/6 syllable counts. Kimo poems often focus on a static image, a single moment in which there is no movement. Along with its brief nature, this makes it an excellent form to reflect on or celebrate a particular instance. There is no rules on rhyme or certain amount of stanza in Kimo. I just happened to write mine above in 3 stanzas.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Challenge May 6, 2021 – with Paradise as a prompt

Hope After a Destruction

“Standing Strong”. Location: Banda Aceh, Indonesia. Image by Erlyn Olivia.

In celebration of the Thursday Tree Love, I picked this picture that I took 2 years ago during my trip to the city of Banda Aceh, located on the northern tip of the Sumatra Island in Indonesia. I don’t expect anyone to recognize the name Banda Aceh or the province of Aceh, but perhaps some people remember. This city became the attention of the whole world in December 2004 when the biggest tsunami that happened during this modern world hit Aceh. I underlined modern world because history has recorded bigger tsunamis previously but none had shocked the world the way tsunami 2004 did, thanks to the modern technology.

If you look at the vast openness beyond the tree, you can kind of see the open sea. It’s the Indian Ocean. It looked calm in this picture, even though it was a high tide due to the brewing storm. The tsunami came from that direction and the location where I took the picture was the first place hit.

No need to feel sorry for the tree because I know for sure this tree grew post tsunami. I know because half of Banda Aceh was gone, became flat. Thus, this tree probably got its chance to grow because of tsunami. Looking at it, it is a symbol of hope, a hope for a better future, a sign that life continues. Though I enjoyed taking pictures of the tree, the open ocean, the storm clouds, I also experienced mixed feelings of awe, sad, and a bit nervous. I imagined being there on that day and could feel the uneasiness even more. What came to the mind of people standing on this beach when seeing those big waves coming towards them?

Enough with the images of the past, I offer a haiku to remember December 2004 and the lives gone. May they continue to rest in peace.

a wrath in its path

water’s power came crushing

broke the day’s order

Never forget that live always goes on. Signs of life are around us, even when we are experiencing destruction or devastation in the form of tsunami, forest fires, earthquakes, or even pandemic, and let’s celebrate them too. To the tree of live, of hope, may you always grow stronger.

Thursday Tree Love April 23, 2011 with Parul Thakur. Please visit her blog to see more images of trees from all over the world.

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 23

What is Anguish?

Image by mollyroselee from Pixabay

Sullen is
the air being inhaled
a wrecked land
empty souls
the once lush -  now arid flat
no promises left

Moment's gone
though it had its chance
with eyes closed
picture them
fragrant of cherry blossoms
cries of children's joy

It's still there
beating deep at night
feelings of
some things never moved beyond
they stuck in the past

Written using #shadorma.

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 20

Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge #222 – Ekphrastic (photo above)

FOWC with Fandango – Fragrant

MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day – Wreck

Moon (a haiku)

Photo by luizclas on Pexels.com

stare far into space

amidst the veil of darkness

find the faceless glow

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 17 Prompt is to write about the moon.

I can’t pass an invitation to write about the moon. Moon is such a magnet.


Photo by Aaron Hilborn from Pexels

Was there ever a time
when we weren't lost?
When knowing exactly what we 
want was a snap of fingers
When people no longer dancing to
the tune of regrets or doubt
When desire no longer have to be caged
in our head, but free to explore anytime
When we fall in love without any worries the
ground beneath would disappear someday
When we don't ever have to ask again
why am I here

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 5 (prompt free)