The Nature Call of Love

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While clearing my tray, I was amazed myself by this poetry that I penned 17 years ago which was selected by the Judges of International Library of Poetry to showcase in its “The Harvest of Dreams”, and it was also awarded by its Editor’s Choice Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry in October 2001.

 

The Nature Call of Love

 

With the dawn glimmering in the skies

It is where the sun in a symphony of gold it lies

Even the silent rays are dancing with the haze

This kaleidoscope of coloured world I desired to laze

 

Glazing though the vastness of the green meadow

Which flanked by bushes of dewberry that has mellowed

Humming my way through the gentle rustle of the breeze

My poor heart still left in a wrenching freeze

 

Gazing wistfully into the glittery horizon stood the cold mountains

The chirps as lovely as the rhythm of dancing water in the fountain

The faun of the green meadow rouse with the dawn

The attract butterflies flitting on the flowers they fawn

 

The scene so mesmerising that ignited my tears to flow like a river

The peace on earth as precious as silver

My sorrow still prevailed relentlessly like drops of rain

The effort to repress my vehemence of emotions still in vain

 

My cries for you to hear from ta faraway land

Can you feel the despondency within me with your hand

Travel the lonely path without you I must

My heart still lingers from dawn till dust

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Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

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The Porcupine. Or the Prickle-Pig. The unlovable hallmark of this spiny rodent is its 30,000 erectile sharp barbed quills which can really imbed skin-deep. The quills ballooned like a giant pin-cushion when provoked and the quills will lodge in the predator’s flesh when brushes against it. The quill expands and cause the wound to fester which slowly leads to death of its predator.

All of us are porcupines aren’t we? We can be prickly in times of anger, frustration, irritation and in the throes of bad attitudes, we dislodge our quills to the conflicting person in moments of impetuousness, impatience, insensitivity and unkindness. All of us are either densely-quilled or sparsely-quilled, either we are sharp and shrewd or unassuming and naive, but we all have “quills” due to each flaws of our character.

A lashing of hurtful words = Few quills dislodged.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

An outburst of anger = Few quills dislodged.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

A harsh criticism = Few quills dislodged.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

A rude remark = Few quills dislodged.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

An insensitive action = One quill dislodged.

Ouch!

A rejected gesture = One quill dislodged.

Ouch!

An untrue confrontation = One quill dislodged.

Ouch!

(The list is inexhaustive…)

Can you count how many of your “quills” has been embedded into another person’s heart? Needless to ask, your answer would probably be “I don’t know.” Any idea how vulnerable when tempers fray and fuses blown? Don’t be surprised those quills left behind are innumerable. The aftereffects either be the wounds are oozing profusely or the flesh has hardened, thereby birthed forth wrath, unforgiveness, bitterness, resentment and any grudges, causing ANY relationships to strain. One crack. Two cracks. Three cracks. Cracked!

The porcupine is a very vocal animal, it makes noises when it is disgruntled or riled, there are streaks of attitude in a porcupine. Aren’t men nature similar? We grumbled in dissatisfaction, we tongue-lashed in fury and we show our attitudes in times of differences.

How then can two prickly porcupines still get along with each other? Don’t raise the quills! You need to learn with one another to interact with the right tone and manner, relaying the right messages, adopting the right attitude, conveying the right responses all with the right words and actions at the right time, and through the right mode of communication.