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Tendrils – haiku

With curling tendrils
The plant is climbing upward
Its host to the sun.

Baloi – August 5, 2019 / 22:01 (Western Indonesia Time)

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Fish – haiku ended with a free verse

Fish in frozen pond
It is swimming to the sun.
Hopes for hotter air —

Fish, water and sun —
Forming a natural cycle —
Win life together.

Fish, can you feel me
Stir the water to get you
Out of frozen pond.

Fish stare at my eyes.
They beg me to stop and go,
To find other funs.

Fish….
Me….
Life….
Like
Fish….
Water….
Sun….
Can I play with this life the I want?
I know I can.
But like a fish that can’t live in frozen pond – waiting for
The sun to melt it down.

I am a fish in a life full of water under the sun.

Picture borrowed from https://www.walldevil.com/752644-koi-fish-and-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.html

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Singapore – August 14, 2016 – 2:49am

About Morning Sun – Bromo

I took these pictures in Mount Bromo, East Java, Indonesia – my beloved country – in August 2010. What a lovely morning it was. Hundreds of people were waiting for the the sun to rise. They came from all corners of the earth: different colours of skin and hair (and teeth I guess). But it didn’t matter; they all shared the same expectations and expressions. When the sun showed its face timidly yet gracefully, those folks burst into happy laughter. Then they cheered, they clapped hands, they prayed, they cried, they smiled, they got amazed, they praised, they all emitted positive energy. Radiance is reflected through the eyes – either naked or behind glasses.

The next mornings in other places, we saw another sun rise but none of us laughed or cheered or clapped hands or prayed or cried or smiled or got amazed or praised…. Is it because we were not in Mount Bromo anymore? Probably. But most probably, we don’t always see the sun from the right angle. We see sun as just an object, a routine, just something but never a something….

People don’t really wait for the sun every morning for enjoyment. They wait for times to pass, just to kill it…. Second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year…. until the end is approaching and slowing down the time is possible no more.

Do I wait for time to pass? Or, to enjoy every hi from the morning sun? Hard to confess — because now I close my eyes when the sun is greeting.

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Singapore – February 3, 2015 – 12:34am

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