Words and Pictures

I am small poem
on a page with room
for another

Share with me
this white field,
wide as an acre
of snow, clear
but for these tiny
markings like the
steps of birds.
Come. Now.

This is the trough
of the wave, the seconds
after lightning,
thin slice of silence
as music ends,
the freeze
before melting.
Lie down beside me.
Make angels.
Make devils.
Make who you are.

I got this exquisite poem from the film, Words and Pictures, directed by Fred Schepisi. It’s interesting how this film elaborates on how rich, complex, and Brobdingnagian art is. There is variety in its unity. It’s as though the grand-master of creation appears to us in many faces. Each of His form is perfect and unique. There is contrast yet complementary.

In response to the film, I would like to share some of my students’ artworks. This gallery is their interpretation of the memoir, Angela’s Ashes. These static images reveal ideas of poverty, hardship, and this desire in us to have better life.

Miss you, friends!

It’s been a while, and I miss blogging so much. I’m still busy with school work though… tons and tons of them. 😦

I’ve also been busy with the concert for a cause I organised for Philippine’s Haiyan affected areas. We danced and sang our hearts out and were able to raise a huge amount — over 10,000 dollars. Thanks to the kind and generous hearts of the Niueans and our friends here in Niue. I’ll try to write a post about it when I’m freer.

Anyway, here’s a haiku written by a 15 year old student of mine. Hope you’ll like it. Thanks HD Wallpapers for the photo below.

Mwahh

I take it gently
Those cotton candy filled lips
My dreams have come true

To My Dearest ‘GLEE’

Can’t deny how I miss
Those memorable times of bliss
Training, teaching you to sing
Harmonizing, music-making
Singing our hearts out
Living the dream without a doubt

But things do change
As we engage
In this truly mysterious
Often times hilarious
Thing called LIFE.

You all had to go
In order to grow
And find yourselves
A good tomorrow

All I wish
As you find your niche
Is that you’d remember
And write me a letter

For every sharing
From you my darling
Is a pleasure
I would treasure