She did not bloom in the warmth of spring—
Her petals did not wave at the bees
And butterflies fluttering by,
And she did not bask in the sun,
While the birds chirped their lullabies.
She was more suited to the chill of winter—
Her petals glistened with icy snowflakes
With thorns as sharp as icicles,
For she was a rose that bloomed in adversity,
Thriving where no one thought possible.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] Winter Rose”
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] For The Young Who Want To”
A new year means another step closer to embracing my flaws, my dreams, and my inner fangirl obsessions: in short, being brave enough to embrace everything that makes me, me. Thus, it seems apt to update this post to reflect how I’ve grown in the past year and admit the truths I am now brave enough to say.
So, to all my blogging friends, my readers, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself. Continue reading “Re-Introducing Me In 2019”
Here’s to Cupid aiming his arrows accurately
To lost love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ‘round.
Here’s to friendships, stretched thin from wear
Built up like a house of cards.
Here’s to friendships, triple knotted with care,
Built to last when things get hard.
Continue reading “[Poetry] A Toast”
…And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!”
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”…
— Dr. Seuss, Excerpt —
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] How The Grinch Stole Christmas”
She asked for a star, not the biggest or the brightest,
But a runt of a star that might be overlooked.
He tugged at the strings that rose up to the sky,
And at the end of one was a little star, hooked.
It flickered hesitantly, but she cupped it tightly,
And whispered, “you shine brightly enough for me.”
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] Stars On Their Strings”
A single teardrop fell from the sky.
It tumbled through the air.
It fell onto my hand and surprised me,
When it stayed quite still there.
I peeked into the teardrop
And gasped at what I saw,
Beautiful tales of suffering and dreams,
Of life and all its flaws. Continue reading “[Poetry] A Single Teardrop”
Frost clung to the branches
Of the barren trees,
And the cotton snow sighs
Beneath our feet.
Yet, we barely feel
The chilly air,
For our lips trail fire
Wherever they meet.
© Jade M. Wong
Continue reading “[Poetry] Forest Feast”