Another Passover
Another Passover
Almost gone
The end
Another Lenten journey
Where we win and lose
Learning
Just a little bit more
Gradually
Peeling away
What living
Holds for us in-store
Another Passover
With old traditions
Every dream
Holding new visions
Each year
A different prism
Gradually
Less and less division
Belief
Sometime
A virtual prison
Ascension
The promised salvation
By SBNN, April 23, 2011
Spring Flowers
I try
To capture
Your essence
Little flower blue
Rising tower purple
Cascading tree yellow
Rising tulip red
Your fragrance
Keeps my senses
Well fed
I try
To collect
Your nectar honey sweet
Like the birds
Flitting about
Sweet buds
Dinner delicacies
Insects’ intimacies
At dusk
They hover above your sensitive cusp
Every spring
A feast on offer
Mixing
Innocence and lust
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, taking pictures of Spring flowers in Sweden, A lazy Easter Saturday, April 23, 2011.
Patches
A riot of colours
Stir my senses
Bright greens
Yellows pale
What is the best cloth
On sale
An amateur designer
Never fails
Her own creations
House dresses
Well worn
Never
For Sale
A riot of pieces
Neatly
Stuffed in bags
A treasure trove
Worth much more
Than the rags we used
To clean the black stoves of old
Every stitch
A lifeline to my soul
Each patch
Mending
Broken bones
Life’s pains
Stories untold
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, the sewing machine is a gift that keeps on giving. Creating even just a bag to keep the bread warm is such a pleasure! April 23, 2011.
Pickled fish and hot cross buns
I dig deep inside
Finding the flavour and the taste
Pickled fish and hot cross buns
Cooked and baked
Golden brown
Sticky
Sweet and sour
Tangy
Deep in my bones
Every year
Flavours gradually entrenched
Stored in the tips of my fingers
Lingering in the lining of my nose
Salivating in the roof of my mouth
A shared perception
More than memories
Our collective celebration
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, Good Friday Feasts… Pickled fish and Hot cross buns, April 23, 2011.
Cooks’ Garden Companions
Rhubarb and Mint
Shares the spoils of early spring
The cool garden corner companions
Survivors shaking off
Winter’s cold ravages
One sour
The other sweet
Both offering
Quick relief
To many
Pestering human maladies
Rhubarb and mint
Leaves big and dainty
Culinary gifts
Perennial
Less than saintly
Mint well known
Rhubarb’s reputation
Much more quaintly
Cooks all round
Find hidden treasures
In generous portions
Well measured
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, April 23, 2011.
Depth and Meaning
Depth and meaning
I seek through writing
Hidden emotions
Somehow
Grazing the surface
Transforming
Something light
Instantly deep
Not necessarily the intention
Keeping it bright
Suddenly
Writing bittersweet
Chasing authenticity
An author’s quest
True to the self
Or else suffer
Mediocrity at best
Depth and meaning
We skim through
Revealing
Diminutive sightings new
Secrets
Well nurtured
Shame and pain
Our soul’s burden
Love and laughter
Life’s safety net
Existing
A fine balance
The search for self
A constant journey
True
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, April 23, 2011.
My daily prayers
I whisper a little prayer
Silently
Wishing to protect my soul
Seeking balance in my life
Making me whole
I whisper a little prayer
Loudly
Wishing for the safety of your life
That you will find happiness
Peace from strife
I whisper a little prayer
Subconsciously
Connecting us in our dreams
Banishing dark feelings blue
Finding blessings new
I whisper a little prayer
Wordlessly
Chanting a mantra seeking absolution
Exiling every sin
Discovering forgiveness within
I whisper a little prayer
Noiselessly
Spreading goodwill with every hymn I sing
Blessings to our souls
Each hour of meditation hope brings
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, April 23, 2011.
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