The Long and Short of it

The prompt this week at Verse First is The Long and Short of it:

say what you must in the quickest and simplest way possible.

and that means a haiku

Nature's fury photo from TV one news video

Mother Earth angry 

She's warning us to behave

Worst storm in decades

The storm was scary

Thundering winds lashing rain

Carnage everywhere

(see my post on my photo blog for more details - worst storm in 45 years hits Wellington with winds upto 200kmph)

Siblings and Birthdays

This year my brother and cousin celebrate a milestone birthday (60th) and as the prompt at GBE2 is Siblings I thought I would write about them.

To my brother

Great achievements all your life

A great role model for my children

Calm and collected during strife

When you speak we listen

To my cousin

You dedicate your life to help the needy

Educating children who cannot afford

Always happy to lend a hand readily

My faith in humanity you restored

My cousin runs a school for hearing impaired children from low socio economic backgrounds that provides them with free education. I have entered a writing challenge and if I win, I will donate the prize to her school.

Please visit my post at http://1hw.in/project100-a65-umwelt-by-suzy-q/

Your visit and comments may help me win and thereby help these children that otherwise would not have the means to have an education. A little goes a long way.

My sincere thanks to all.

And Happy Birthday A and B. All good wishes for the year ahead.

image by tiverylucky http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/

Update: Thanks Everyone who dropped by my Umwelt post. Unfortunately I didn't win, but here is the winning entry by Bhavya

Also linking to:
dVerse Open Link Night #101
Birthday prompt hosted by Bhavya for The Thursday Writers Post blog hop

Move

The prompt this week at Verse First is "Move" based on:

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

~ by Khalil Gibran

I came upon that forked road

And suddenly I stopped

I couldn't tell which one to take

From one to the other I hopped

The left looked better than the right

Until I stepped upon that path

And then on the other I saw a light

Drawn to it I was like a moth

Take the right no take the left

My mind cried out in glee

Created confusion all around

Like a boat tossed on a rocky sea

In the end it doesn't matter

Whichever one we walk

Each road it leads to our destiny

Move on, don't stop or baulk!

~x~

Life throws many wrinkles

Like forked roads in our way

It can be sweet like chocolate sprinkles

When boldly our fears we allay

Linking to: 

One Single Impression - Wrinkle

I Remember

The prompt this week at Verse First is a free write with the words

 "I remember"

image by foto76 at http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/

I remember
As the rain splashes against the window and I gaze out across the greenfields
I thought I saw you standing there looking back at me

I wonder if you remember the time we cycled in the streets of Chichen Itza
The wind blowing through your hair as I sat in front and watched you
We were young and free and life was ours for the taking
We roamed the streets with carefree abandon
Life was simple and yet immensely kind
We had dreams in our hearts and a spring in our step
It mattered not what we did because we enjoyed each moment
And life itself was bliss

I remember a lifetime where we were masters of our entire destiny
We closed our eyes and with our thoughts created magnificent cities
With a wave of our hand we could manifest all we desired
We painted the streets of the universe and created worlds at will
Love and kindness were the only skills we knew
We were in worlds unimaginable and glorious
We were radiant and magnificent.

Where did these lifetimes go?
What became of those worlds?
Where do these thoughts come from? and why?
Did you plant them there as you watch me from somewhere?
Is there some reason behind what I imagine now?

The rain splashes against the window and I gaze out across the greenfields
I am reminded of a time

When we once danced under the rain
And floated little white paper boats in the puddles that formed
I watched you run under the sun and under a blanket of stars
I saw you joyfully gather up the yellow marigolds
And drop them lovingly into my open palms
I remember the joy in our hearts and the light in our eyes
And the awe and wonder with which we viewed our world
And not on a care in the world did we have.
Life was good.

I remember ... and I live again.


Is this myth or is this real? 
Did I live these lives and in these worlds?
Or did I imagine it all in my head?
It matters not, for through this to happiness I am led!


Linking to:
One Single Impression - Myth   
Poetry Pantry #153   
dVerse OpenLinkNight #100