The Olive & The Fig

haha i did it again.

this time i vow not to write in point form as it makes me sound geeky. which I AM NOT! :p

was at putrajaya over the weekend to welcome my mum back from Makkah. thought i could blog all through the 3 days, but unfortunately the pc is in the masterbedroom, which seems to be the meeting place for all 7 members of the family. i really couldn’t concentrate so i left one blog hanging - it was a good one too.

as for the other blog, the one on our family’s fraser’s hill trip… i couldn’t seem to upload some interesting pics. so i got all technologically-psyched and stole a CD from my brother. thought i was smart enough not to ask for his help to burn the pics onto the stolen CD, so i did it myself.

back in the office today i was all excited to decorate my blog with all those intriguing pictures. so i passed the CD to my boss’ secretary to save in our share folder. what’s wrong with my D drive? i don’t know and don’t ask. i think it’s broken and i haven’t reported it to the IT guy.

next thing i know the CD is faulty. my friend’s pc can’t even read it! oh Lord, for all the science contained in the glorious Qur’an, i, as a humble slave, can’t even work a CD burner or can’t even steal a proper CD or can’t even format a CD or whatever.

gosh, i’ll only be back in putrajaya later this week for the chinese new year, so i’ll only get to post that blog much later.

anyway, since i’ve managed to amaze myself with my incompetence i guess it would be wise to share with you something i used to be better at. a piece of poetry i write some years ago. a budding aspiring poet told me that it’s one of my better pieces (hey Wern! haven’t seen any of your work lately!).

it was a piece i wrote based on a good friend’s experience. probably something that you, dear reader, might just be able to relate to. so if you think of your experience, remember not to take heart. it happens to everyone.

but for all the poetry embedded in the glorious Qur’an, this little doodle is a mere smudge on a particle of sand merged into golden-white beach in terengganu.

 

Rocks for Angels

Thunderous the ocean is, so
You’re both throwing rocks at sea,
Arched wings of a butterfly sunbathe
Broken. Falling towards you and him,
Echoes from dimension pre-time:
Pitter patter on the ground,
Toes sieving through the golden sands
Shrieks of laughter all around…
Broken, her eyes turn to you,
Tousled, as you both mend the wings,
His green line of patience wearing thin
as you and she embrace. Sparkling.
Second hand strains with movement,
Contemplating your life, he can’t dictate
Oldest friend’s happiness wish for you and her
When suddenly her gaze drifts away…
Span of wings envelope him whole;
Rock for angel, from your comrade true,
Past and future sands entwine
As you feel them throwing rocks at you.

Maria Zain

Copyright ©2006 Maria Zain

salaam all, take care

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