Profound Thought

Profound Thought

Says who
A little star
Light upon barren vessels
Fill the empty heart
Eclecticism
The road to various intelligences
Disguises
Profound thought
Even the window of soul
Was fooled
Ultimatum launched
It is still too late to embrace
Because the essence of life
Has been forgot

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

madam worthy

madam worthy

salut madam worthy
are you always this serious
i've heard rumour has spread
the end of the world is no longer a mystery
salvation is not for everybody
is it true or am i thinking too much
bonjour madam worthy
tell me love is not necessary
although it makes me happy
optimistic or pessimistic
which one shall i imprint
on the page of searching
it's not that i never tried
but sometimes life is crazy
listen to me madam worthy
i don't think i can rewrite history
there are reasons behind
can you understand
my flesh my breath and my sensibility
can you comprehend
my heartbeat my prayer and my individuality

written by jerski bjorksen

Apparition of Guru~ Chapter 2

Maybe it’s time
The road turned red
Monotone droned
A heart bled


Bei-Nan river meanders through the thick forest with low-frequency sound. Watermelons lie ripe in the spacious sand field as fireflies hover around. The silence of night hunts the corner of an oblivious scene-a tomb stone with faded characters. Lin Chung tosses and turns in his bed and decides to get up: “I just have another dream, the same one over the last three days. It’s a man wearing an interesting outfit but I can’t make out what exactly he looks like though…”

“I’d better sketch it down on paper so I won’t forget the next day,” says he. He pulls out a piece of A4 paper and starts to draw. The image is so vivid in his head, just like a movie playing closely in front of him. Silk clothes embroidered with blue dragons and phoenixes shine brightly. The man looks like a middle-aged man but his face is not clear because there is a blur of moonlight around. And the odd thing is that he wears a pair of modern leather shoes, the kind one sees at the luxurious stores.

As Ling Chung imprints the picture on the paper, the image becomes larger and larger. Finally it reaches to the utmost scale, showing a spot of the man’s clothes: a turquoise symbol of Chinese ink stone.

To be continued…

Apparition of Guru

Apparition of Guru

Verdant bamboo trees slashed the thick air of mid-summer eve. The shabby houses next to the school district were flicking dim yellow light. It was a Wednesday night, a usual time for owls to catch preys and feast upon their dinner.

Lin Chung, a fifth grader, sat in front of his desk, trying to compose a story for his Chinese class. The pot-scraping sound from the kitchen filled the quiet house. Wu Yuan, a mother of three, was doing dishes. “Damn!” said Wu Yuan, seeing blood oozing down her palm. She quickly grabbed a tissue towel and pressed it on to her left hand. “What is going on? This is the fourth time of the week…” as she murmured to herself, the blood miraculously faded and eventually was gone.

“Mother, are you okay?” asked Ling Chung. “Yeah, I’m fine. Keep doing your homework,” said she. The other two children were already in sound sleep. Lin Chin, a third grader and school boy scout, likes to play yo-yo and draw. Lin Bin, a first grader and happy girl, always thinks about the mysterious figurine appearing in her daily dream…

A mundane world it seemed but latent turmoil was about to emerge.

Spirituality

Spirituality

Azure sky catches
Pure white trails and summer green
Leaves of tranquility
Warmth of alpine cliffs
In the sun
I seek
Spirituality
Mantra
And the origin of happiness
Dancing light on the grand surface
I believe
Every footstep has its meaning
The air fire earth and everlasting sea
Body will deteriorate
Thought can captivate
The power of prayer
Shall never forsake me

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Again Paris

Again Paris

A pleasant conversation
Rings the bell of a trip
Cobblestoned alleys
Patisseries and museums
The misty veil of cloud
Wears millions’ beliefs
Freedom of speech
I hear at cafes down the street
Again Paris
My veins release
Happiness love
And unforgettable memories

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Lunar New Year

Luna New Year

A moment of bliss
Spring light shines
A lily
Reincarnated spirit
Latent dream speaks
Luna New Year
Reunion and mysterious beings
Laughter I might have
Encounter I just need
A step has already set
Between you and me

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Cicada

Cicada

Symbolism of summer
Reaches high
Two steps rush into one
Breathtakingly green leaves
Slash
The blue sky and turquoise sea
Cicada
Noise or merriness
After a long latent sleep
Awaits others’ judge
Shell beneath
Net swings
Life and death are in between

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Heart beats

Heart beats

Sound of construction
Broke the silence
In the morning
Bitterness of wind
Outran stagnant thought
Above my sanctuary
The smile of rose
A secret no longer simmers
Thumbing through images
Embedded stories release
Life’s resilience
Heart beats seemly logic
Downs vanish
Ups emerge
My mind is at peace

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Light of the light

Light of the light

Beginning of the year
On a surface
Crumbles a thought
Prairie of the past
Hovers over
Light of the light
Upon the rock
Green sleeves
Spiral out
Trying to reach
The roof of the unlimited
My spirit froze
In an abyss of blast

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Vortex

Vortex

Take a bow
Straighten the back
Thundering sound of applause
Cut through thought
Search in the crowd
Smile of an innocent child
Years have erased
That day of being proud
Conquering the world
Who hasn’t fought
Enduring to the end
Very few could vow
Don’t ask
What others can do
Ask instead
What you can do
In a vortex of chaos

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Secret

Secret

In this world crisis
What have you done
To keep peace
Winter seems fierce
Green saplings are yet
To be seen
Tossing and turning
Night has become misery
Secret
How can we find new energy
Seeking
Sometimes is just within your reach

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

When do you start ‘getting’ sarcasm and irony in speech?

In the new issue of Scientific American Mind (October/November, 2008), there is an article about how humans perceive irony and sarcasm. We know that words in speech can be ambiguous, but the ability to comprehend whether a certain comment is ironic or literal has intrigued many neurologists and psychologists.

In the essay, Psychologist Penny M. Pexman of the University of Calgary in Alberta conducted an experiment to see how children perceive irony and sarcasm in order to find out when this cognitive skill, relating to understand ironic comments, emerges in the development of language acquisition.

The result suggested that children’s sensibilities towards irony and sarcasm seem ‘hardwired’. Certainly, the research also mentioned that understanding and using irony and sarcasm require social intelligence, the ability to distinguish an ironic comment from its literal meaning, and understanding hints of facial expression, tone of voice, knowledge of the speaker’s personality and so forth.

Although the experiment provided a promising perspective in probing how early children start to develop the ability to use and comprehend ironic words, I speculate that it might not be very objective and could be very difficult to determine when exactly a child starts to grasp irony and sarcasm. As we know, a mother’s motherese can have impact on the baby when he or she is still in the womb. In addition, any input from the environment can possibly influence a child’s linguistic development, be from other people in the family or radio and TV programmes. Therefore, I think this research can only give us some understanding regarding human’s application and comprehension of irony and sarcasm. Further research and studies should be undertaken so as to give more valid evidence in the aspect whether or not “we are hardwired with a sense of irony.”

Sound of Rain

Sound of Rain

Lines of thought
Aligned
In a direction I fought
Images of humans
Withdrawn
By various of excuses
Defamation or praise
Which one you care less
Light of the sun
Colours of stars
Where can I find
A sense of self
Silver pearls twirl
On the plate above my head
Sound of rain
The melody of past
Softly kills
Step by step
No more tears
No more regret
Love is just an element
On the life’s centre stage

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Above the firmament

Above the firmament

Is there a possibility
To cross the invisible block
Daubing variegated hues
Upon the canvas in the dark
Skipping rock
Inadvertently lulls
A stimulating mind
Above the firmament
Cosmos-ridden plane
Spreads here and beyond
Silence is not without sound
Wisdom has its own spark
On the eternal path
Perhaps one day
All shall unknot
Elusiveness
Life and death
No longer perplex

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Voyage

Voyage

Seeking sea
Debate team
Overwhelming voyage
Lay underneath
Tulip bulb
Olive green
Cobblestone
Emerged
Bittersweet it might be
Life can never repeat
Touch
Breathe
And take a glimpse
Hope is determined
By strong belief
As I walk on the boulevard
Of Alpine tree

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Your dream is mine
My hope is yours
Looking at the stars
Picturing the moon so far
When English meets Chinese
Will our hearts change


“Now look at this time line you guys. Past perfect progressive indicates a continuous action in a specific time frame of the past, so you must use ‘had’ plus ‘been’ plus ‘verb+ing’ as the sentence pattern,” explained patiently Mr. Lin. “What the heck is that? How often do we actually use that in daily life?” asked Wu Gin while nudging Chen Ue-Han. “Ai-ya, just learn the rule and pass the exam first. Why are you so worried about the usage?” replied sarcastically Ue-Han.

The English lesson was always full of grammar drilling and sentence analysis in our senior year. Not that I didn’t like grammar at all, it was just a bit boring at times, especially on Saturday morning. Early sultry summer air was thick enough to be cut with a knife; and there were no fans at all in our classroom. As we tried not to let our eyelids drop down, the ring of bell saved our life. Everyone bustlingly packed his books and stood up to stretch legs. The scorching sun was mocking at us, a bunch of 18 year-olds who studied hard in hopes to get into a good university after September.

“Hey Tseng Yu-Chi, don’t forget to meet us at the Wind Exit later, okay?” shouted Wu Gin as he rushed out the classroom. “OK, catch you guys later,” I yelled back. The weekly ritual for our English group was held at a corner of the staircase in the science building. The view overlooking the greenish vegetable gardens tended by the county agricultural institute was soothing after the half-day’s intense English lesson. There were three of us, a group formed by common interests in language and science. We wanted to study abroad after college, experience different cultures, see whether the moon in a foreign land was truly bigger, and of course visit places we only studied in the textbooks. However, I never knew fate was such a heavy and burdensome thing to tackle in life; and if I could turn back the clock, I would hold back some words I had said to my dear friends…

Again October

Again October

Cactus quietly stands
On the windowsill
Afternoon light sifts
Through the curtain
Wandering in the sky
Cotton white clouds
Breathing the air
Maple red trees
Where has my mind been
Rain drops can't erase
Your face
Late night stars
Fragrance of grass
Lingering
My head spins
My heart beats
In a harmony
Enduring
Again October
Begins
With chilly feeling
Too thin to take in

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Flying Kite

Flying Kite

Literal meaning
Or hidden in context
A move represents
Emotion anticipates
Walking along
The road of green grass
Flying kite
A string pulls tight
Too much
Might break free fate
Too less
Could lose confidence
We all know balance
Is the most essential
When it comes to loving someone
Yet it's easily said then done
Even though we don't want

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Sahara

Sahara

Mysterious orange
A colour of age
Breathtaking change
A second too much
Inwardly
She pleads
The mistake never repeats
Tears have been drained
Dreams no longer exist
Sahara
An endless mirage
A meandering page
Exhibits
A story of Khan
Clandestinely

Written by Jerski Bjorksen