SHOWERS ON A HOT DAY (for WPC: Cherry on Top)

velvet rose
It’s not rain but the garden hose spraying water. I did not think I could get a decent photo considering that the flower was looking down and the waterdrops were shaking the plant. I was surprised to have this when I checked the camera roll.:-)

Raindrops filtered through
My hands are left with nothing
But what the heart holds


WPC: Cherry on Top


Claudia Schoenfeld – Artist; used with permission in connection with DVerse Poets’ Pub’s Sevenling Prompt. Please click on the photo to visit the site.

A sleepless mother, a crying child
a halting lullaby escaping sealed shut lips
working through the night.

On a hot sultry day,
a videoke blared above the din
of barking dogs and grimy children.

Hope sings.


This journey
from myself to you
is the hardest thing.
A slave is his master’s
as I am my will’s.
What can I give
when I am not free
to give myself fully.
I need to die
leave my self behind
to live love.


I am glad dVerse is back after a brief hiatus.   Even though I do not (and cannot) participate in all of its prompts, knowing that the pub is open is comforting.  Here is my entry to its Quadrille prompt – Journey. 



I sat my baby on the playmat so that he could play and I could be relieved from carrying him. I took the chance to take some pictures while I let him play with my bracelet. I noticed a sliver of light coming in from the window and I positioned him in the spot hit by the light so that part of him would be lit up and part would be in shadows. The light showed the details I wanted to focus on.

To My Sons

If I could sear in my memory
every second of your life
I would. Then I will be able to tell you
every little detail that will make you smile
in their remembrance –
how you cried the first time
you beheld a world outside the womb
the day your coos turned into words
or the time when your little legs learned to stand
and take the first of many steps
then break into a run
How great it will be to remember
each of your smiles and gestures
between each milestone you achieved
which brought us some joyful grief.
But either our days are not enough
to contain the memories
or the moments fly by without being noticed
as we go through our everyday madness
I forget.
Though there is much I do not recall
I will always remember
the feel of your little hands in mine
and the unexplainable joy
whenever you curl in my arms.
These, these memories and more
to you I give
a treasure trove of love
to see you through
in your life’s journey.


WPC:  Details


“Blessed be the man that trusteth in the Lord, and the Lord shall be his confidence. And he shall be as a tree planted in the waters, that spreadeth out his roots towards moisture; and it shall not fear when the heat cometh. And the leaf thereof shall be green, and in the time of drought it shall not be solicitous, neither shall it cease at anytime to bring forth fruit.”

~Jer. 17:7-8


There was a time in my life when water was the motif of my dreams.  Dirty, smelly waters meant things were not alright within me.  Clean water meant things would be okey.  Mornings would often find me wondering the nature of water in my dreams.  The latter, of course, brought me consolation while the former kept me thinking about what could be wrong with my life at the moment.

There was one water motif that I really really liked:  a sprinkling of rain.   I think I was praying for a particular favor – passing the bar exam, perhaps?  Anyway, it was one of those life-changing things for me.  That night, I had a dream that I walked up a set of steps and a light drizzle was on me.  Needless to say, I felt calm when I woke up.  Somehow, I knew that whether I got what I prayed for or not, I would be just fine.

wet rosesI did not know why water would play such a role in my subconscious.  I was not a water-lover after all.  I was not the one to hanker for the beach or a swimming pool, and such.  I did like water views though – rivers, falls, the like.  Now, thinking about it, the significance of water in my faith may have a lot to do with my water dreams.  In the Catholic Church, water is used in Baptism.  It is the physical manifestation of the cleansing of the soul that was brought about by the Sacrament of Baptism.  Holy Water is a sacramental that is often used in ordinary blessing and in more extreme cases, exorcism.   In the Bible, the Lord Jesus identifies Himself as the Living Water.  A person who is friends with God can be said to be planted by the living waters.  When I was younger and single, I had more time to think about the state of my soul and such.  So, I guess the image of water, as a spiritual matter, was, whether consciously or not, foremost in my mind.


These days, water rarely plays a role in my dreams.  Perhaps, a different state of life has led me away from more spiritual to more mundane concerns.  Even so,  it is ever my fervent desire to be like a tree planted by living waters.  However, since I have a special fondness for roses,  I may have to express my prayer in these terms:

"By a voice he saith: Hear me, ye divine offspring, and bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. [18] Give ye a sweet odour as frankincense. [19] Send forth flowers, as the lily, and yield a smell, and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the Lord in his works." (Ecclesiaticus, a.k.a. Sirach, 39:17-18)

Daily Prompt:  Water