Category Archives: poetry

They, Each, We, and I

 

Such a time as this: #MeToo

Such a surprise.

Such a day I could not fathom as ever coming.

Such a thing so incredible to see

and hear and read about.

 

They are older now.

Both women and men.

They now tell their stories

after so much time has long passed.

 

Each had felt the shock.

Each had felt the fear.

Each had felt the shame.

Each had been powerless.

 

Each had hidden those moments.

Those times.

Those long, long seconds in time.

 

Many had tried to find a place.

Maybe a real place.

Maybe a place they had been in

only in their minds.

 

Somewhere to somehow rest.

Somewhere to somehow be in safety.

 

Will it happen again?

Will it happen today?

Will someone not help?

Their minds ask over and over again.

Their mind’s constant agony.

 

I must hurry to hide.

I must hurry.

But no door will keep me safe, I know.

Not even a locked one.

God help me, the door does not lock.

 

Days have turned into years.

Years have turned into more years.

A poor memory has become a blessing.

An even poorer one is much longed for.

 

We all have our stories.

We all have our hardships.

We all have our pains.

 

No family can bring me comfort.

No person can bring me comfort.

Only God can help me.

Because He has always helped me.

Each and every time.

 

In darkness, He had comforted me.

In silence, He had sat with me.

 

God continues to pull me through.

He continues to give me hope.

He continues to show His love for me.

He continues to help me to live again.

 

 

“For I have given rest to the weary

and joy to the sorrowing.”

 

~ Jeremiah 31:25

 

 

 

 

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return of regret

 

Thoughts of regret come

Again to surround my mind.

Heavy sighs aflow.

 

 

 

I don’t know why it is, but it just about never fails that whenever I’m washing the dishes, it’s that moment when thoughts of regret start comin’ back to my mind like an unstoppable black-and-white movie reel.  I’m reminded of the many times when I had messed up, when I had argued fiercely with someone, when I should have made a different decision than the one I had taken, and so on.

So as I’m soapin’ up those dishes and rinsing ’em off one by one, I can’t help but sigh to myself over and over again.

 

 

the bouquet : aunt k (pt 4)

 

It was quite a mismatching bouquet, made with artificial flowers.

But a colorfully cheery thing it was for me, and of which I had held dear.

With any extra money, more flowers in singles and bunches, I had added,

carefully selecting and arranging into a vase, which was clear.

 

Our home was a very cluttered and simple one then.

With only a mere single bedroom, in fact.

So my large bouquet had seemed always to stand out,

for such a pretty thing appeared odd in a home that so lacked.

 

But brighten my heart, it had always did,

with each selected flower and each added stem.

And before long, it had so grown and grown,

that another one had to also be created, making it two of them.

 

Into our teeny bathroom, the other one had been placed.

And just like the first one, its pretty self was also an odd adornment.

But yet, it didn’t take long for this new one to have been noticed,

for it was the uncle’s second wife, who had departed with it, causing my forlornment.

 

At least she had asked, and I had actually witnessed its brief presence be taken,

I had told myself, as I had tried to comfort my heavy heart.

For that had certainly not been the case for the other bouquet,

which out of our home, it had been whisked, and without my permission, it did depart.

 

“Can I have it?” was Aunt K’s question to Mom.

“No, it is hers, and not mine to give,” Mom had answered.

When later I was told of her question and so-called request,

Ah!, I could not help but fear that it was now under her radar, and possibly endangered.

 

But days had passed, and not a peep more did we hear from her about it.

So oh, how I had begun to slowly breathe more calmly again, in relief.

But that dreaded day did come, when my single bouquet had become absent,

when neither Mom nor I was present, to stop its thief.

 

Unsurprisingly, the person who had taken it was Aunt K.

While we were not home, she had asked the Pops for it.

Knowing full well that he would most likely not deny her request,

to her business, she had taken it, and onto her front counter, did she had it sit.

 

With this being the second time for her to again take what was mine,

I could not help but fume and be full of immense anger.

“Did she really?!  Did she really again?!” was all I could say in disbelief.

With both of my hands on my head, it was for a forgiving heart, I had pleaded for in prayer.

 

How much I had tried to understand that my loss was only a thing, made also with artificial things.

Which to some, may possibly be considered to be tacky, and not something even worth keeping.

But oh, how much time and monies I did spend upon this special hobby of mine,

that I just could not seem to be at peace, and had to sit down in sadness and weeping.

 

 

p.s.  Sitting beside that flower bouquet on its little table, was some books.  Two of those books were the Mom’s Bibles.  One day, we had come to realize that one of her Bibles was missing.  It was the one with large print and colored pictures in it, which the sis had bought for her.  We’re not sure if Aunt K might have taken that Bible the same time that she had taken my bouquet.  So we had no idea if it might’ve been taken first.  Most likely though, we believe that she must have hoped that we would not notice its having been gone, due to its unfortunately having been sitting on that table for quite a long time (collecting dust).  But one day, we did notice that it was no longer there.

 

the Mom (on the phone):  “Did you take my Bible?”

Aunt K:  “Yes…”

the Mom:  “My daughter had bought it for me.  Bring it back.”

Aunt K:  “Okay!  I’ll bring it to you tomorrow!”

 

And that was how the Mom’s Bible had been returned back to her.  My flower bouquet though, was gone forever.

 

A pic of an artificial flower bouquet that I currently have goin’.  The previous ones kinda looked like this one, though with more lavender-colored flowers.

 

 

the cricket’s rain

Last week, I had shared with y’all about a female singer named Jung-ah, who had worn the masked character referred to as “Red Mouse”, and had won for a few weeks on The King of Mask Singer  show.  It is unfortunate that she had not won for a longer period, as she was so talented.  It has been awhile since the fam and I had heard a singer with such a clear and strong voice.  Hopefully, she will return to compete on the show a 2nd time, and win another round of victorious wins.

 

 

Although a male singer named Jang-hyuk is one of the regular commentators on the show’s panel each week, the fam and I are still waiting for him to compete a 3rd time around on the show someday.  Cuz aye, he certainly shoulda won when he had competed the last time, which had been his 2nd attempt.

Here is a snippet of his having sung “Rain and You” at the final round of his almost-win, as a masked character called “The Sensitivity Cricket”.

 

Listen to his full song here.

During this show, the commentating panel try to guess who the singers are behind their masks by their body appearances (height, weight, body gestures, etc).  Lately, I haven’t been so good at guessing the singers correctly.  But there was one time that I had guessed a female singer correctly, just by the way she was swinging her arm around on stage, as she sang.  I had seen her sing on another singing competition show just the week before, so I had recognized her hand movements immediately.

In the case of Jang-hyuk, I think that if he were compete on this show again, I may recognize him behind his mask if he happens to not change his singing stance.  If you might notice, he has a sorta side slouch to his body as he sings.