What is after all
one chess game lost
kings, queens, knights roaming
bishops blessing 64 squares
after the 6th hour of play
though night is deepening
tired, vision blurred, distracted
there is another day
hours and hours of preparation
dawn will come
note: I’m sorry I have not written any new poems. I have been watching on-line Tata Steel Chess Tournament 2022 being held in the Netherlands.I have to get up before 5 in the morning. The games start at 5.
Books I’m reading: I have been re-reading Lord of the Rings.
Hundred tents and more than hundred pairs of eyes
bathe in the brightness of the stars
more than a hundred dreams and failures
In the morning they will swim and fish and kayak in the lake
They will close their books, remember quotations in their hearts
Create spaces for discoveries
Some will be filled, some will remain empty
Tension of equilibrium and displacements
Each day is different from the last
They may question accomplishments
and value experiences
The dialogue of thoughts that inhabits the mind
Like a breeze playing with the reeds
Come, the reeds say to the breeze,
I want to make my life means something
starting with my thoughts
I walk and think of things
simple ordinary things
Exquisite fantastical things,
lounging on the porch, sailing the ocean
Being scared during a storm, t
asting a lemon meringue pie,
a piece of happiness
I imagine talking with a child
both of us laughing
both of us crying with pain
then again we will join Socrates
in symmetry of thought
we will say we don’t know anything
and it will be something.
with every step I am happy
I am not alone anymore.
Snow on top of the trees
We can walk under it as if inside a cathedral
Our steps will mark a memory
But will melt with time
Unlike sorrow etched in the heart
Doesn’t completely fade away
But sadness and snow can be generous
If given time.
note: I am brushing up with my chess games.I am replaying a lot of games by the world chess champions.
Wet clothes hang on a line suspended on two poles
On windy days wave like captive souls
A passerby pauses as if trying to recall a forgotten task
A boy walking the opposite way
Tries to understand between fascination and true insight
He remembers he should get home before Angelus
Clouds darkening hurriedly in the horizon.
“Grief isn’t meant to be silenced, to live in the body and be carried alone.”
Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of Life Interrupted
note: I finished reading Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of Life Interrupted by Suleika Jaouad.
Books I am reading: War and Peace, Matrix by Lauren Groff, The Life of Elves by Muriel Barbery and The best American Poetry 2021, Tracy K.Smith, guest editor and David Lehman, series editor.
It’s becoming clearer and clearer to me that I need to leave the familiar, but I don’t want to do it entirely alone-I want to seek others who can offer perspective into my predicament, who can help guide my passage.”
-Suleika Jaouad, Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of a Life Interrupted
I like carrying a yellow parasol
protects me from rain
sometimes it balance my thoughts
from crowds, sudden jolts
opens to social distancing,
a companion in my walks
If I am meeting a friend
I am easy to distinguish
In a crowded train station
Suffering can be cruel
yellow seems to soften my emotion
It’s New Year
you will understand changes.