MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 445: GLARE AND GLITTER
gracious glaring sun
gathers to greatness, glitter
through thick cloak cluster
Despite the full movement control, there is still space and time to walk, stretch and swing in the pool area for an hour every morning. Watching the early morning sun rise is a blessing indeed. Hopkin’s Grandeur sprung to mind in the gracious glitter of the morning sun.
There is poetry everywhere and poets see in images. We learn from what we have observed in a different light.
The English language is often an amusing one and can be confusing for the beginner. Fiend is short of an “r”, when tongues cannot roll in talks, wary only if they run like a politician.
In the corridors of power, with free open access to all, we need to be wary and awry of excessive access. Sure, a lot of choices and options, but how good and effective are those choice. We have people who access via lifts, elevator, rotating doors, back door and even in back stab. Good to be cautious especially in a pandemic. We do not know the person we encounter wears his/her masks, and what viruses hide behind that mask. We need distance, but the physical and the social is often confusing, despite the many forwarded mails one may have read. One could be obsessive in their washing and still got infected. The infected cases are still in four figures, and the death rate rise to three figures, despite the full movement control. Our hope falls on herd immunity, with our slow vaccination processes. Yes, the word is “fall”, and that is English. Even the word cross is open to interpretation.
I was asked on which side of the fence I had my walk, whether inside or outside. I replied, could you see the barbed wire on my side, and bet you failed to see your fence on the outside. Anyway no one can sit on the fence these days, whatever your size. You might cry unfair, but whoever said the world was ever fair, in whose gospel.
MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 442: RATTLED BY RIPPLES
ripples in water
swirl and swell into nothing
shimmer on surface
In vision 2020, we were so inspired by the ripple effect of our industry and development. Of course, that vision failed to “flame out”. It is seared and smeared with corruptions and incompetent governance. There are always two sides of the same view. Hind sight is of course smarter than foresight. The ominous cloud, in a pandemic skyline, foretell the weather ahead better, for poets feel the pulse of the nation better than politicians who are better adept in politics of power and money.
I am so happy and grateful that my haiku is selected by PURE HAIKU for publication. I am one among the 35 out of 55 hakuists selected, out of a total of 221 haiku contributed. I contributed five altogether.
The inspiring picture was painted by Eliza Ang. A big thank you to her and to Freye Pickard, of PURE HAIKU. I share the joy of reading other haiku writers.
Despite the complete lockdown, I walk and exercise for an hour every morning, and send my greeting and blessing to family and friends. Of course, the SOP is adhered.
Today is the first day of a repeat Full Lockdown for another two weeks. Our infected numbers have risen to almost 10,000, with a death rate of slightly more than 1%. On the eve of current lockdown, huge crowds are found in supermarket malls in panic buying, unaware or unconcerned about physical distance. Many even brought their young children along. Even in vaccination or registration centers, the crowd were as thick as fog. During the pandemic, people are too free, and have time to circulate and forward many fakes or scams around as gospel truth.
On the positive side, my partner and I have been vaccinated. She felt slight sore on the injected arm; I felt as if I had not been injected.
On the funny side, we found hanging banners and hoardings,in Manglish (Malaysian English) displayed everywhere, in elections or on erected poles.
Except the last photo, all the pictures are copied and pasted from the web with appreciation to their owners.
Masking and masking behaviour are part of our living, from food, appearance and emotion. Behind the masks is not just a human face, but also a human being. Stay home to stay safe may not be always true, for the social aspect of being human is wiped off by the physical distance. One may wear masks, double or triple to keep away from covid-19 virus, but the psychological and psychiatric pathology in pandemic are often ignored. There are more economic concern than familial and educational deprivation and abuses. The panic and angst affect all, and the isolated seniors suffer the worst, especially the poor. The risks and benefits in circumstances are true consideration and concern.
The internet has brought progress to us, but not without cost. There are more faked news and scams, and are never easy to tell the real from the fake, for they are well mixed to confuse us. Modern paperless banking, and the paying of bills, are fast and easy for young geeks, but not without problems for seniors, including myself. There are simply too many passwords to remember at this delicate age. The safeguards and security features made things worse. The social media maybe a blessing, but also a curse. A lot of our personal data are surrendered to them without our awareness.
I received a rare non corrupted copy of data from our ex PM. It was forwarded by friends. The rising figures on morbidity and mortality in the world and in Malaysia frightened all of us. Yet we adjust or react very differently from our reading.
In one of my morning walk, I met a friend who wish to socialize, a human need. I wore my mask and kept at a distance, but uncertain what distance would be really safe for all. He took out his mask from his pocket and hold it in his hands, talking about new variants, air borne and figures. Perhaps he was too eager to share what he had read. There are simply too many “neuro” divergent tribes among us, and at this age with few friends around, I spent only a few minutes with him, knowing we have to protect one another to survive in this long pandemic.
The world is ONE in a pandemic plague. We are connected in common in this chaos. We are chosen by God of your choice or by your governing system, and each has our on story to tell and is meaningful to you, in your own identification.
All the pictures are copied and pasted from the web, with appreciation to their owners.