Tag: creativity
member name: Joyce C.
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June 06, 2009 10:03 AM EDT --
Hi hi. I am back. ;)
Back from a hiatus (of sorts). A lot of life-changes. I am currently in my third trimester, carrying my second child (nicknamed Dot).
Still doing photography and a lot of writing . . .
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October 11, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
phoenix in the clouds,
flaming red, regal crest - sunfire, sun-proud,
spreading wings of flame and cloud,
changing as the thermals change,
always phoenix, always eternal,
ashes to ashes,
crucible-born: . . .
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October 17, 2007 07:11 AM EDT --
The road beckons -
autumn red, winding path:
Mercies on your journey.
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June 07, 2009 11:28 PM EDT --
There is a tree right smack in the middle of an empty fragment of unused land. It is a large wattle tree, blooming golden-yellow in the right season with adequate sunlight and water.
It might . . .
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October 05, 2007 03:37 AM EDT --
Bittersweet macha
for a hot summer's afternoon:
I am home.
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October 04, 2007 05:34 AM EDT --
Note: Trying to get my little 3 year-old to take a short nap is turning into a "my will versus your will" tug-of-war.
Oh, little wolf -
showing your teeth and standing your ground,
Like the . . .
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October 13, 2007 10:09 PM EDT --
Be real with an open heart -
and like flowers, look at the sun,
have a lot of fun,
Because life is an experience,
a journey with many paths
roads that meet and that part.
Cherish them, love them: . . .
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October 16, 2007 04:30 AM EDT --
I love forests.
The image of the forest serves as my inner landscape, a visual metaphor and an anchor. When I go within, I go into a forest. And when I think about wolf, it is a forest wolf. I grow . . .
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September 30, 2007 10:59 PM EDT --
Buddha's tree -
heart-shaped leaves in the sun.
Teach me about mortality
and resilience,
because living in the city is not
easy.
Teach me, Peepul, teach me, please.
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October 06, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
It is a generalization to say that Singapore does not have seasons. Or that she has hot and wet monsoon seasons.
Just look very carefully at the plants. They react to the minute shifts to the weather . . .
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October 12, 2007 04:05 AM EDT --
palm-sized pattern,
green moss whispering:
shadow and trees.
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October 15, 2007 10:15 AM EDT --
I feel like a LOLcat. You know, the pictures of cats with funny words. At the moment, it is "I is silly. Gotz side-tracked!"
Phew. I feel really silly for writing in that fashion!
But it is . . .
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October 26, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
Hail Samhain moon,
Round bright mirror -
No need for scrying:
Just shine on me.
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January 08, 2008 04:25 AM EST --
You put a candle under a metal colander,
turning the room into the universe -
a little Milky Way, surrounding, surrounding us.
We became star-makers that night,
Galactic explorers, ad astra . . .
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December 15, 2007 08:20 AM EST --
Note: I wrote this last December. I think it still have relevance.
The season of Advent has started last week, with the lighting of the first candle of the Advent wreath. To the Christian, . . .
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October 14, 2007 09:04 PM EDT --
I love the written word. Heck, I love language - the sounds, the textures and the compositions of it. I write and for a while, I was an editor.
I also love teaching and have taught in mainstream Singapore . . .
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October 15, 2007 06:59 AM EDT --
I wove a beetle into my hair,
a tiny cousin of the mighty scarab:
poor thing, flying in from the cool night air.
I lifted my hand up, touched something
warm and hard...
Beetle in my hair!
Not . . .
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October 10, 2007 08:25 AM EDT --
Certain bird species appear in my life at certain times or I am drawn towards them in one way or the other. They are interwoven into the tapestry of nature surrounding me, first during the time of my childhood . . .
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October 12, 2007 04:12 AM EDT --
Crescent-moon amber,
Luna's dancer:
Hunter on the prowl.
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June 15, 2009 03:10 AM EDT --
There is a fig tree in the center of our family courtyard. It has been with our family for generations, providing basketfuls of sweet-fleshed figs year after year. Celebrations are held under its peridot . . .
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