Sunday, June 15, 2014

Here and There


Fleeting moment

I try to catch

But it’s slippery

Summer heat

I never think

Can melt a pot

Made of red brick

Here and there

I decide to release

Yesterday’s memory

Today’s story

And tomorrow’s dream

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Poetry in Me


When the night’s veil descends

Stars reveal their face

Upon the ocean

Serenity entwines with peace

Land of forgotten dreams

Lies intact

Whiteness of waterfalls

Emerges without voice

It is a rendezvous

It is reminiscence

It is poetry painted in me

Thursday, May 31, 2012

June First

I moved again. But I thought it was just yesterday that I pulled myself off the congestion of metropolitan. However it has been another year, another year without too much commonality. I can still smell the sea from the English Chanel, mixed with sultry summer air. I know I will not have another chance going back, well at least not physically. Today I tutored a student who is going to study in London soon. I congratulated her on the progress she has made in writing. Oh London, I have some extraordinary memories there---1996, 2005, 2007. I wouldn’t call it a familiar city because she always wears a silky veil to me… It was the end of May I left London five years ago. Now it’s June and I feel quite at ease back in my hometown.

Sunday, April 08, 2012

Wish

Frothy cherry blossoms
Drape over spring mountains
White sky lanterns
Float across the blue horizon
Make three wishes
One for beloved ones
One for world peace
One remains a secret
Then release them slowly
On this starry eve

Friday, January 20, 2012

The Death of Preschool

In the November/December, 2011 issue of Scientific American Mind, there is an article titled, “The Death of Preschool”, which discusses the prevalent direct instruction, that is teaching academic knowledge via formal classroom settings, among some private preschools in the US. As the article points out, there are more and more affluent families sending their preschoolers to those institutions to learn academic knowledge earlier in hopes to get into Ivy League schools, or have better achievement in the future. However, is early childhood education mainly involved with academic learning better? And what is it better at?

Apparently some neuroscientists and developmental psychologists hold a relatively different viewpoint. For decades, the United States applied the play-based approach for preschoolers or even elementary school pupils. Yet the crucial reality seems to have made it go the opposite way. The US Congress enacted a law-No Child Left Behind- in 2001, in which the ultimate goal of this project is to aim to enhance children’s academic knowledge so they can pass the standardized tests through well-designed curricula. Hence, schools failing to meet the benchmarks shall face penalties. I agree that letting children start to learn some knowledge earlier is necessary; but depriving the opportunities of playing may not be beneficial to their certain cognitive and physiological developments as said the scientists such as Bruce McEwen and Alison Gopnik and her colleagues.

Unfortunately, many parents are short-sighted. They think academic achievements equal to success in society. We have seen quite a few horrific homicides which showed those murderers were highly educated but lacked of good social skills. They did not know how to handle relationships well. Therefore, when their partners asked to end the relationship, they thought it was the end of the world and had to take extreme measures to ‘solve’ their problems. At the end of the article, Bruce McEwen advocates, “Appropriate experiences can hone neural pathways that will help the child during life; by the same token, stressful experiences can change the brain’s architecture to make children significantly depression, anxiety disorders-even cardiovascular diseases and diabetes.” As neuroscience indicates, toxic stress can severely damage the hippocampus, a critical brain area to learning and memory.

I sometimes hear my elementary school students complain about their tight schedules. Their parents arrange all sorts of after-school classes for them to attend. Some of them even told me being a student is not fun at all; and the adults do not understand how they really feel. Sadly, not many parents will listen to what their kids are trying to tell them. In my opinion, I would suggest that early childhood education be geared towards direct instruction based on play-based learning approach in a step-by-step fashion. That said, balance in everything we do in life is relatively important, including child education both at school and home.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Volcanic Mist

Neighbours’ jasmine hedge
Surrounds a small cottage
Giant yellow tulips
Stand still in a vase
Of archaic story
Drumming of heartbeat
Mellow lyrics
Hang high in the oil painting
Blue and purple mirages
Race against surreal dreams
On this late eve
Autumn breeze
And forlorn volcanic mist
Descend lethargically

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Boulevards of Autumn

Speed as Light
Spark as Fire
Boulevards of Autumn
Decked with
Songs of Frank Sinatra
Seep Nectar
Dance Waltz
Ordinary Days
Filled with
Unorthodox Waves
Efflux
Clandestinely
In the Dark

Friday, October 07, 2011

Laussane

Ravines submerge
In the blue marine
Attracting white smithereens
Accordions of busker
Sing
French melody
And traveller’s curiosity
Youth’s mind
Deeply haunted
By the mosaic dreams
And dazzling confetti
Reveals
Idyllic paintings projected
On Lausanne’s streets
Beneath
Mystical skies
Full of nouveau glee

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Way of living

How forgettable one can be in life! I always wonder. The weather forecast on TV keeps showing that the typhoon might bring a lot of damage. Natural disasters have been a relatively hot issue in recent years even when I teach. This topic is well-discussed and has drawn a lot of attention as well. But there are still people who ventured to go surfing. And yes, there have been many who had lost their lives for the last few decades.

Recently I have cultivated a habit, bring a small notebook (not computer, thanks!) on the metro all the time. It is to write down all sorts of ideas and inspirations. I like it very much so far because I have penned down some poetry, lesson plans, and interesting ideas for writing. For people like me, spending almost two hours commuting to work daily, it doesn’t seem a bad idea reading books or brainstorming when riding the public transportation. Sometimes, I wonder how much time we waste each day and how many things we can actually accomplish simply by making good use of some spare moments we can get in life.

Tonight I came across a good friend’s blog, stumping upon a very meaningful thought: no matter what you do, you’re always you intrinsically. That’s right. Intrinsically! How I love this word. Thing is that how many of us really take a few minutes reflecting on what we have done and who we are at the end of each day. I still recall the very first time I went to Evian when I was a student in Suisse. I was very surprised to see so many people, young and old, sitting or standing along the busy street and doing nothing. Well not exactly nothing. They were enjoying the warm sunshine on a lovely Saturday morning. I asked myself what they were thinking in their mind-were they thinking what to eat for lunch or merely spacing out. Was that a sort of waste of time? I later learnt it’s just a way of living…

A way of living
Whether you like it
Or hate it
A way of smiling
That creates many blessings
A way of sulking
That brings incessant miseries
I choose smiling
I choose blessings

By Jerski

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Sonnet

Across the green ocean
An island cradles
Gently
Wind breathes
Soothing power of magic
Ephemerally
Indigenous melody
Imbues the blue sky
With curly whites
Who on earth has penned
A sonnet in my head
Twinkling tumbling
And intoxicatingly
Red

Friday, July 08, 2011

Summer of Medusa

In the dark
Hundreds of days passed
Moisture seeped through
Layers of hazelnuts
Awaiting patiently
The moment of dawn
A new life was about
To hatch
The fanfare of summer
Droned and bustled
With singing of cicadas
Proclaiming an indelible mantra
And Annie Lennox’s Medusa

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Nothing vs. Something

Nothing
Just a touch of breeze
On the cheeks
Yellow roses
Scatter across the pavement
Under the shade of oleanders
Magic
Like water floating
Spins in a vortex
Revealing azure chandeliers
Who doesn’t have regret
You said
Who doesn’t have a past
I replied
Something
A bit greenish on the tip
Of fig trees
Indicates that summer is coming

Saturday, February 26, 2011

How to stay happy every day

So they are trying to create geniuses-the ones that many parents hope their own children would be. But geniuses are still humans, right? When we define success with the mainstream society’s vintage point, it is actually very dangerous because we might lose the chance finding true happiness in life. We often admire those who are highly or over-achieved in academia; yet there are a lot of people with higher education who don’t even know the basic principles of enjoying life. Sometimes, one can hear or see news regarding someone that totally loses control and commits serious crimes. It is sad that many of us have no idea where to find inner peace and lasting happiness.

A book I recently read mentions that most people work so diligently to bring happiness into their life but they have yet found the way to maintain it. We might feel great after getting a raise of salary but that feeling could easily go away within twenty four hours should there be something unpleasant happening shortly after. Hence, how can we not let this happy feeling fade away so rapidly? The key is not focusing on the matter but the feeling in which happiness is involved. For instance, you love planting peonies and feel delighted when the flowers blossom. Try to keep that happy feeling in your heart but not thinking about how you plant the flowers and the related procedure because you probably will feel sad while thinking that flowers will wither soon and winter is coming later. In a word, real happiness lies in us; we should let this feeling stay with us all the time even in the times of difficulty and trial….

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Je suis ici

Glistening sands shine like gold
Here
I breathe
The fragrance of blue sea
There
I leave
The trace of Brittany
Je suis ici
On the map
In the chateau
With verdant trees
Embroidered carpets
Spread across the old street
Cobbles
Accordion
And summer festivities
Weave
A perpetual time line
Full of scintillating eves

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Out of the box

Golden light streams in
With soundless steps
Breathing
An imminent reverie
Spring festival
Rock & Roll music
And a new season of
Grey’s Anatomy
Flicking cigarettes make
Bits and pieces of ash
Dance out of the box
Racing
An everlasting contest
On a path
With confetti
Silver blue and orange

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Holidays

Quickening footsteps
Thump
On the floor of wintry face
Bustling cars
Whiz
By the lake of solitary dace
Mistletoes
Roasting fire
And holidays’ greetings
What does your heart long for
A gentle smile
Or bittersweet nostalgia
In the white flakes
At the end of this year
What lies in the future
Is it from the heaven
Or the destiny of your hands

Monday, December 13, 2010

These Days

These days
I’ve been busy
And you
These days
I’ve been writing
Line by line
A story lies
In the valley of silver white
These days
I’ve seen
The season change
And you
What have you noticed
Is it the leaf in the breeze
Or sunshine in your tea
These days
I’ve accomplished
Finally
My first novelette
And you
What have you achieved?

Monday, December 06, 2010

Both

I hear you
Peaceful or belligerent
Scraping a piece of mind
Planting in a crystal ball
I see you
Elegant or poignant
Plucking a thorn of rose
Leaving a trace of fall
Clouds never fade
In the eye of oceanic floor
White dances with Blue
Fire mixes with Snow
They say you are the Mother
Of all
They say you are the Bearer
Of Law
I say you are the Source
Of both
Love and Soul
Hatred and Loss

Monday, November 29, 2010

be

flakes of white cotton float
across the boarders of hope
light as feathers
distant as you
stares of silver stars freeze
through the universe of north
cold as ice
poignant as my dream
the sound of pastures
seemed yesterday
being hummed by crickets
crimson cherries lay
round and round
the corner of golden trees
the burden of life and death
love and loss should never
be
the hindrance of everlasting sweets

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Evergreens

When the earth turned
Your eyes froze
In the wind
On the horizon
Every little step
I made
Flashes of the past
Lingered
Hovered
And hollered in vain
To fight back
I hated to say
Yet wanted to stay
Childhood of tiger lilies
Starry night with mellow hymns
Who painted the mystery
Of humanity
High in the sky of evergreens
Who played blues
Of roller coasters
With a touch from Aristotle

Written by Jerski Bjorksen