
Tuesday, December 29, 2009 @ 7:20 PM
i think honesty is really such an amazing thing.
it's all about being willing to be vulnerable and letting everyone know who you are, warts and all.
okay, revelation over.
[i doubt you didn't know it, but okay whatever.]
my mum's in bed after a sudden giddy spell.
vertigo and all.
i get it too.
i'm going to be a little ego here and post one of my OWN poems! :D
it's brother-approved [which doesn't mean much, kehkehkeh, but whatever.]
while we were in hakone, we took this short cruise on Lake Ashi. To be quick about it, suffice it to say that it's this volcanic lake near Mount Fuji.
Fuji-san is splendiferous :D
all around the lake you have all these mountains and hills, and at the top of one of aforementioned mountains/hills [I know all about the classification and differentiation of mountains and hills but really, with such limited visual experience, what with being limited to Bukit Timah Hill and Mount Faber, it's hard to actually do the differentiation when you get around to seeing some REAL mountain ranges] there was this little shrine to a Shinto god of nature, and it struck me as something so beautiful in its simplicity, a solitary structure planted right at the foothill of the heavens. It was kind of ramshackle in this very adorable, endearing manner.
It seemed an affectionate, INSPIRED structure.
hence, i felt INSPIRED to pen down a poem about it!
it was fun, freezing out on the deck of the cruise just so you could feel nature all around you.
when you wear gloves, you can't exactly control the pen properly, so i had to do without, and my hands went positively NUMB.
the wind was incredible, despite the slow speed of the boat.
something i'll never forget (:
i can unhesitatingly announce that if i could choose one place out of the places i went to for a week, i would choose hakone.
and take the cruise all over again, and the cable car.
I love you Fuji-san :D
mountains are such wonderful creations, and i wonder if the Japanese thank God for their Mount Fuji!
anyway, untitled poem.
So the poet spoke
Of rich green and lush mountain
but none so splendiferous
As tiny shack on mountaintop
Sang song of rustic divinity
Giving praise to nature below
In quiet ripples and immense brown.
I know there's not much of rhyme or metre to it, but perhaps you should go there and see.
It's amazing.
Idelle :D