Streams of water flow –
I observe and meditate,
praying with my heart.
Category: Poems
Dance
You and me.
We.
Together.
Let us dance while the storm is raging
Even if we step on each other’s toes, let us keep looking
into each other’s eyes.
Let us feel the beat in our hearts,
that rhythm of love that won’t give up
the music of memories that holds us up
unbowed
unfazed
by the gloom.
copyright 2020 – Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
Haiku for the Day
Eagles spread their wings
soaring, gliding, way up high –
unfazed by the sun.
copyright 2020 – Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
Haiku for the day
The peaks of mountains
are covered by raging fire –
burning trees, crying.
On drinking tea alone
English:
liquid love flowing
from a porcelain vessel
shaped to hold
warmth and comfort,
…each sip
soothes the soul.
Hiligaynon/Ilonggo:
inom-inom sang cha –
ga-isahanon apang masadya!
tumalagsahon ini nga tini-on
sa katapusan sang panag-on.
Akon ginapasalamatan ini nga dulot,
gikan sa akon bana,
mapinalangga-on nga kaupod.
Hala sige higop sining matam-is nga ilimnon
samtang nagahanduraw
sang iya matam-is nga pololongon.
Haiku for the day
Tea leaves steep in peace,
soft breezes cool my tea cup –
breathe in, breathe out. Joy!
Haiku for the Day
Pearly white grains wait
in a pot, soaked in water
while I sit and pray.
Not so random thoughts…
On wearing masks – I wear masks not out of fear, but out of love.
On autumn – Autumn came quickly it took me by surprise!
On the need to wait – To wait with patience is an act of love.
On walking – Some of the funniest conversations I’ve had were during the times I was walking. Alone.
On the two shortest verses of the Bible – “Jesus wept.” (John 11:35) and “Rejoice always! (1 Thessalonians 5:16) And I always thought there was only one!
Haiku for the day
Leaves flutter and fall
from the branches like dancers
I watch with delight!
Copyright 2020
Carla Romarate-Knipel
To All Who Love to Write Poems
When a poem comes to you in the middle of the night, don’t wait for tomorrow. Grab a pen and start writing those lovely lines. You can always go back to sleep, but these elusive visitors may not come back again for a long time, and you would have missed a moment of wonder and joy! Let the words just glide onto paper, like guests all dressed up for the party where you are the honored guest. And when you are done, put down your pen, go back to sleep and perhaps you will see them again in your dreams.
