Roots Remember

This day in history, Henry Ford patented the soybean car. Atypical. Even amusing.

The car wasn’t meant to last – it would wither into the soil, with corn growing where the engine once slept.

Sometimes the smallest, unseen roots yield the sweetest harvest.

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If there was one thing Elias Goh had lots of on his hands, it was time.  And the retired horticulturist spent it squatting beside stubborn saplings near his Housing Board apartment. The young trees asked for patience, as trees were wont to do.

Elias worked where few cared to look. Neighbors scoffed at the slow-growing saplings, chiding Elias for wasting time and community funds. His daughter asked, “Dad, why all the worthless effort?” But Elias knew that growth pushed back against being hurried. 

And then…

A notice that inflamed the skin, in angry, red ink – a redevelopment notice. 

The government had marked the land for demolition. Total destruction –

Including his little green labours of love. 

Still, Elias, ever stoic, never raised a word in protest. He never wrestled with negative endings. With meticulous fervor, he labeled his saplings and left them behind, along with a set of cryptic instructions. 

“Growth is timeless.”

After Elias stopped tending to the unfortunate saplings, they caught the eye of Ah Lam, the assistant groundskeeper. The plants leaves touched together, almost pleading. He remembered Elias’ words :

“Roots matter.”

He took the sapling and replanted it in the estate’s community garden – before any demolishing could reduce it to nothingness. 

The onset of El Nina meant the painful and inevitable – a drought. 

Yet, the tiny, relocated sapling came to the fore- the fruit it bore , ravishing and juice-filled. 

The harvest had come – out of season. 

Children began to gather, in droves, beneath the now-revered sapling. 

They never knew its planter. The one who nourished it – nameless. 

But the lone sapling’s fruit had given him one

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Original story by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

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The Ledger of Waves

Today marks the day of the 2004 Tsunami that struck the shores of several countries worldwide.

Leaving devastation.

Loss.

A weight that must be remembered.

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I watched, my waves tense, as children left chocolate wrappers on the pristine sand. Fishermen lingered at the shore, ignoring the curious dolphins poking their noses into their nets. I regarded them coldly – patient and endless, as they pursued their selfish joys.

Waiting.

They were close. Too close.

The tension caused my wavy hands to clench, ready to unleash. The veins in them were about to burst. I found myself listening to my rising impatience.

I pulled back further, gathering myself. My form stretched across horizons, waiting to release. There were the lovers. The thoughtless fishermen. The wrapper-throwing children. I recall bearing the careless weight of their ways. Each mistake, each inconsiderate act, each denial – bore into my waves.

My spindly, watery hands stilled. Grey covered the skies, along with a blanket of silence. The wind stopped blowing on my cue. Thunder growled softly, ready when I was. I stayed upright, silent, as all on the distant shores laughed without care. I waited, testing their false confidence. Nothing they did – wasted food, offensive plastic bottles – escaped my notice. I stood poised.

Ready for the inevitable.

Meanwhile, plastic bottles lay, unrisen corpses, on the shore. An angry crowd of thunderclods gathered, silent, in the background. In my watery hands were dangerous nets, uneaten food, dead fish – ready to return to those who owned them.

I carried their forgotten burdens. Each small, yet costly mistake.

Their responsibility. In my grasp.

My dirty blue fingers painfully remembered each transgression. Each misstep cut my sides.

Still, I lingered, patient, endless. Responsibility cavorted, unaware, on the trash-ridden shore.

I remembered. Always remembered. So would they.

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Stegosurus Stands His Ground

Stegosaurus III” by Steph Piper/ CC0 1.0

Since we’ve got a challenge to write a poem about a dinosaur, I thought of the quintessential reptilian beast, the Stegosaurus. 

This Prince of Beasts may not roar like Rex, but is no pushover either. The gigantic herbivore, like all other dinosaurs, is a fount of ancient wisdom and mystery, with a deep connection to the distant past. What is more significant is what it stands for. 

And that is holding its ground. With its plates and spiked tail, it probably wasn’t easy prey for Rex and the other carnivorous dinosaurs. And since it stood firm, it had much better chances than other diminutive dinosaurs of being left alone. 

We learn from this gigantic herbivore to be resilient in adversity (yes, there are many Tyrannosauruses out there) and to stand firm when challenged or overwhelmed. 

Enjoy these Haikus

The Stegosaurus

A fount of sagacity

Beast of olden days

Mighty herbivore

Spiked tail swings around with force

Plates hold it to ground

Steadfast Stegosaur

Never wears down when flesh tears

Stands firm in hardship. 

Drooping Rose

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If I were to ask you if you’ve been misunderstood before, you would say yes without a doubt. Why? You’re a human being. All of us would have been misunderstood or abused to some degree.Β 

We should never condone mistreatment, but we should respond to it in a positive manner. Were we being misunderstood? Was the person who mistreated us in a bad mood that spilt over into his or her relationship with you? Responding with some empathy goes some way to halting the mistreatment. Escalating it in such circumstances merely ruins what otherwise is probably a healthy relationship. 

When mistreatment causes a rose to droop, ressurect it by being calm. Clarify the person’s intentions, take some time to listen to his frustration, and offer a little empathy. The rose will lift its head again.

Enjoy these free verses.

Drooping rose

Red colour fades

Drained by rigour

Unnecessary

Drooping rose

Can stand again

In waters pristine

Tranquil

Drooping rose

Rises when

It knows why

Its lovely petals

Wilt 

Rose retains

Red blush

With water kind

On its roots

Rose keeps

Red hue 
With heed paid 

to misshappen

form. 

Eagle

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The eagle. A bird that knows no limits. A bird of majesty, courage, honesty, communication, and freedom. Enjoy these haiku (each is a sentence).

Bird of prey has spirit

That knows no bounds and limits

Always flying free

Bird of prey has zest

For life at its best

Ever teems with life

Bird of royalty

Soaring in its majesty

Life at the apex

A bird of courage

Ever spreads its endless wings

Flies with abandon

A bird that speaks

The intentions in its mind

Mighty nest to show

A bird of freedomΒ 

That soars the limitless skies

Never stops flying