Companionship

We were made to be social.

To live in a community,

To support one another:

Emotionally, spiritually, physically.

Yet we go our own way.

Solitary.

Alone.

Our thoughts, our hopes, our dreams

Our own. .

We were made to be social.

Instead we suffer in the quiet of our own home,

Longing for a connection to others,

spiralling into the abyss of depression,

Our thoughts pushing us over the edge.

We were made to be social.

To love one another, to laugh, to hug,

To be part of a community.

Surrounded by others,

We are one entity awash in the sea of humanity

Seeking cohesion.

We were made to be social

And in being so will be able to heal ourselves.

(I wrote this thinking how, in a large city, we are surrounded by people and yet are so alone. We are living in an era where depression is prevalent and yet, I believe, it would not be so if people were not so alone and had the companionship of others). 

Are you social? In what ways do you spend time with others?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2019

(This post is linked to Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January challenge. The prompt Companioship)

A Journey in Poetry

fwf kellie elmore badgeMy poetic journey has been threaded through many aspects of my life.

I remember reading poetry with our teachers at school as part of our English curriculum. There were times I did not “get it” and, on reflection, I think that was because I was young had not yet experienced all that life throws at you. However, there were poems that we read that captured my attention. The first time a poem really stood out for me was when I was in grade 7. We were doing the First World War in History and our teacher introduced us to the poetry that had been written by soldiers who had fought in the war. Wilfred Owen’s poem, Dulce et Decorum Est, struck a chord in me as I read the words describing the soldiers dying in the trenches.

English at university level introduced me to even more beautiful poetry: my favourite poet became William Blake as I explored his written words with my classmates; and the epic poem by John Milton titled Paradise Lost captured my interest. I read these poems more than once during the year I studied them and I still have their tomes gracing my bookshelves.

Now I read poetry for pleasure. I enjoy the imagery that is created in my mind, the turn of phrase, the succinct description of an emotion or event. There have been moments when I have tried my hand at writing poetic verse on a whim (some of you may have even read some of my attempts!). I have discovered that

Poetry is:

A manner of expression,

A way to create and bring pleasure.

Poetry encapsulates

A thought,

An experience,

A desire,

with words and forms that capture the mind.

Poetry reflects the world we live in,

the environment we experience.

Poetry mirrors life.

Do you enjoying reading, and even creating, poetry?

(This post was inspired by Kellie Elmore – a poet who creates beautiful imagery. Join her and her writing bandits for this week’s prompt)

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014

Old Man Winter

Winter morning
Winter morning (Photo credit: blmiers2)

Old Man Winter has arrived:

Bringing with him icy winds and falling snow.

We step outside into the unwelcoming cold,

Bundled up in our warmest coats, boots, hats and gloves.

We walk down streets,

Shivering in the cold,

Heads down as we try to avoid his icy fingers.

The concrete grey is reflected in the greyness of the sky

Against which is silhouetted the bare fingers of naked trees.

Winter Morning
Winter Morning (Photo credit: blmiers2)

Yes, Old Man Winter has arrived

And with his arrival we hibernate:

plants, animals and humans.

We seek shelter away from the cold and grey

Eagerly awaiting the colours and warmth of Spring.

Do you enjoy the time of Old Man Winter?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013

Summer Heat

The summer heat is unrelenting.

The heat of the sun pounds down on the earth:

warming the soil, the roads, the buildings, the very air we breathe.

Perspiration trickles down faces

Cooling bodies and creating a skin sheen.

To escape heat we swim in a refreshing pool,

Shop in an air-conditioned mall,

Dress wearing 100% cotton,

Eat an ice-cold piece of watermelon,

Drink a tall glass of cold water.

We absorb the heat and search out the shade;

We wish for the cooling effect of snow and ice, yet savour the sun.

Summer heat.

A heat we look forward to,

A heat we savour,

A heat whose departure we are thankful for after a cooling shower of rain.

We accept the wilting heat waves,

We accept the dehydrating heat,

Because we know that Old Man Winter will visit again.

Are you enjoying the summer heat?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013

A South African Memory

Remember when…

We used to play freely in the streets with our neighbours:

Meeting at the Mulberry tree to pick fruit and engage in imaginary play.

Houses were not surrounded by six foot walls and electric fencing:

We could walk right up to the front door to ask our friends to come out and play.

Image copyright: http://fence-erect.co.za

Remember when …

We walked home from school everyday.

Our parents did not feel obligated to pick us up, or have someone else fetch us:

They did not worry we would be taken by a stranger and disappear from their lives.

Remember when ….

The faces we saw at school were the similar to ours:

We were separated from other races

And met only those who had the same colour skin as us.

Some people lived in the suburbs; others in the townships.

Remember when ….

Going to the restaurant, the cinema, the toilet, we would see the signs:

“Blankes” and “Nie Blankes”.

Separation of races.

Separation of the races for services.

Remember when ….

The army and police were moved into the townships to control the riots;

To dampen the anger and the frustration of a group of people.

The protestors barricaded the roads with burning tyres
Image copyright: http://www.sabc.co.za

Remember when ….

We were all kept in isolation,

Separate and fearful of each other.

We did not know one another:

Language, culture, the way of doing things.

Remember when ….

We lived under Apartheid:

Living in the same country, and yet being separate.

Remember when ….

South Africa was not the “Rainbow Nation“.

Rainbow nation flag
Rainbow nation flag (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Remember when.

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013

(This South African memory from my childhood was inspired by the prompt for this week’s Five Minute Friday)

Draining Deadlines

Deadlines:

Created by those in charge with no thought to the induced stress.

Deadlines:

Always set within short spaces of time.

They drain a person

Squeezing out every drop of joy, patience, and energy.

Deadlines:

Long minutes turning into hours

Spent in front of the computer

Creating a band across your forehead and a burning in your eyes.

Deadlines:

A heartfelt sigh when completed.

The rejuvenation begins –

Until the next looms on the horizon.

What do you feel about deadlines?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013

The Carousel

Carousel VI
Carousel VI (Photo credit: Montgomery County Planning Commission)

Round and round,

Faster and faster,

My life seems to be spinning.

More and more is added

to every minute, every hour, every day.

All seems to be whirling out of control:

More responsibilities, more deadlines, more tasks.

More, More, More.

English: Spinning around Carousel at Lightwate...
English: Spinning around Carousel at Lightwater Valley theme park (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Stop spinning!

I need to get off.

For just a moment, a minute,

To catch my breath

And regain my equilibrium.

Then when I am ready –

Calm, collected, at peace –

I will get back on and enjoy the ride.

Do you often feel your life is spinning out of control?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013

The New Year Begins

The past week and a bit have gone by

In a flurry of activity,

A haze of warmth and family,

The companionship of eating together and watching movies

Together.

I have savoured each moment as I savoured the morsels we ate:

Love, joy, happiness.

We enclosed ourselves for a while in a capsule of family.

Shopping, walking in the snow, eating at a restaurant.

The bubble contained us and protected us

In our merriment

Of time spent together.

And now it is time to move our separate ways

As we work, go to school, follow our diverse daily routines.

And I carry within my heart the memory of this time;

A memory to look at when life gets too busy and I need a reminder

Of my family’s love and togetherness.

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2012