A Chore for Everyday

A Chore for Everyday

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

His acceptance

Acceptance once as forlorn as a cloud,
I sought - and sought - but little won.
Silence once it found me as a crowd,
Brought in the bliss of a single companion.

Vermicelli with salted vegetables and shrimp paste

Friday, March 26, 2010

Blues are no excuse

Born and bent man for blues,
A blue moon's melancholy's no excuse;
Favours divine to muse,
A delightful darling be to amuse.

Little one

Giving and making,
Too little in the beginning.
A little bit of cute,
Far too little certain lovefruit.

White radish beef soup with raisins

(Original recipe: Chinese white radish beef ribs soup)

Chocolate cake

Thursday, March 25, 2010

It is creepy to play with souls

It is creepy to play with souls,
Not to keep another bedrolls:

Has life been deep, or else knee-deep?
When one has that last sleep
When one has leap of breath
Which is more freeing, life or death?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Two lonely men

There are two lonely men alone
Ride their journey each on his own
In misguided pride one derides
In the threaded truth one resides

Why must I be alone, one pries
I do not walk alone, one sighs
These are the paths of two earth-men
Still and all both are lonely men

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

She is a self-lover

Self-lover, is she aware!
Bent at every angle
No lament at being brittle
Mirrors sets she up everywhere!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I had no time to hate

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I,
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

-Emily Dickinson, Life

Monday, March 15, 2010

Of whom I am afraid?

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge,
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing,
That comprehendeth me,
In one or more existences,
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east,
Afraid to trust the morn,
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

-Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity

Friday, March 12, 2010

A prayer

May wholly our prayers exclaim:
most holy be Thy name.
Labour as Thou to us fulfill,
anchor be in our ill.

Is it well with the child?

Scarlet sleeping room free to roam and bloom
Home before the world's doom
Well away from being beguiled and trialled
Is it well with the child?

Monday, March 1, 2010