Friday Favorites...

A Thousand Splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini



My favorite book -- a poignant, heart-wrenching story that deals with the plight of women in Afghanistan -- focusing on mothers and daughters and friendships between women. Excellent book, truly a must-read (with a box of tissues).

Awakening

I fall deeper and deeper
deeper and deeper
into the darkness.
My heart bleeds
my lip trembles.

It took years,
decades even
for me to see that now...

The sky is blue.
The river flows.
The birds sing.
The light captivates me.

I never knew
there's so much
to learn, to see, to understand.

I travel with a violet rose
yes...violet
what a pretty color.

I can't turn back
nor would I desire to.
Once revealed
always exposed.

I am intrigued.

Symbiosis

He loves her.
He loves her not.
And on some days,
it’s somewhere in between.

Her heart is like
the soles on her shoes:
worn and tuckered out,
past refurbishment and repair.

But, she sticks around
like a bee to a flower.
With his love as her nectar.
And her desire: his impetus, his pollination.
Together, they produce sweet honey.

Friday Favorites...

Spin Spin Sugar - Sneaker Pimps



One of my favorite songs, for it's basslines, vocals, chaotic tunes -- you can't help but move your body -- great song.

Slanting Light

By Arthur Sze

Slanting light casts onto a stucco wall
the shadows of upwardly zigzagging plum branches.

I can see the thinning of branches to the very twig.
I have to sift what you say, what she thinks,

what he believes is genetic strength, what
they agree is inevitable. I have to sift this

quirky and lashing stillness of form to see myself,
even as I see laid out on a table for Death

an assortment of pomegranates and gourds.
And what if Death eats a few pomegranate seeds?

Does it insure a few years of pungent spring?
I see one gourd, yellow from midsection to top

and zucchini-green lower down, but
already the big orange gourd is gnawed black.

I have no idea why the one survives the killing nights.
I have to sift what you said, what I felt,

what you hoped, what I knew. I have to sift
death as the stark light sifts the branches of the plum.