Tuesday, January 10, 2012


Are you still playing your flute?
When there is hardly time for our love
I am feeling guilty
To be longing for your song
The melody concealed in the slim hollow of the bamboo
Uncovered by the breath of an artist
Composed by his fingers
Blown by the wind
To the depth of my heart

Are you still playing your flute?
In the village so quiet and deserted
Amidst the sick rice field
While here it has become a luxury
To spend time watching the rain
Gazing at the evening rays
Collecting dew drops
Or enjoying the fragrance of flowers

Are you still playing your flute?
The more it disturbs my conscience
To be thinking of you
In the hazard of you
My younger brothers unemployed and desperate
My people disunited by politics
My friend slaughtered mercilessly
This world is too old and bleeding

The meaning
Stanza 1
¢  The persona wonders whether her partner is still paying attention to his passion or hobby that is playing the flute.
¢  She feels neglected by him.
¢  She longs to hear his song, the song that he plays on the flute and which the wind is blowing to her heart.

Stanza 2
¢  The persona wonders whether her partner is still paying attention to his passion or hobby that is, playing the flute.
¢  The village is quiet and deserted and the rice fields are dry and cracked.
¢  It is difficult to find time to watch the falling rain, watch the setting sun, collect dew drops or enjoy smelling the flowers

Stanza 3
¢  The persona wonders whether her partner is still paying attention to his passion or hobby that is playing the flute.
¢  She feels guilty about imposing on him or even thinking about him
¢  He does not seem to be aware of what is happening to his family, relatives and friends.
o    His brothers-in-law have lost their jobs, the people are divided by politics, her friend has been killed and the whole world seems to be torn by troubles

The theme
¢  Care for one’s life partner
¢  Family commitments
¢  Priorities in life
¢  Passionate about one’s interest
¢  Neglect of one’s duties

Moral Values
¢  Be responsible
¢  Be aware of what is happening around you
¢  Have a sense of balance in your life
¢  There is time for work and a time for play
¢  We must know what is important and what is not 



We have neither Summer nor Winter
Neither Autumn nor Spring
We have instead the days
When the gold sun shines on the lush green canefields-
The days when the rain beats like bullets on the roofs
And there is no sound but the swish of water in the gullies
And trees struggling in the high Jamaica winds.
Also there are the days when leaves fade from off guango trees
And the reaped canefields lie bare and fallow to the sun.
But best of all there are the days when the mango and the logwood blossom
When the tall grass sways and shivers to the slightest breath of air,
When the buttercups have paved the earth with yellow stars
And beauty comes suddenly and the rains have gone.

The poem is about

1.       Jamaica does not have the four seasons
2.        It has summer days when canefields are lush and green under the golden sun
3.       During the rainy season, the rain falls heavily and the trees sway in the winds
4.       It  also has days when trees shed their leaves and canefields are bare after the harvesting season
5.       This is the season when fruit trees are laden with fruits and flowers are in full bloom
6.       The rains have gone and the fields are covered with yellow buttercups

The poem tells us about the weather conditions in Jamaica. It does not experience the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It has instead its own weather conditions of golden sunny days and wet rainy days which are just as good and are almost equivalent to the four seasons
On golden sunny days, the canefields are lush and green and they look magnificient. On rainy days, the rain beats heavily on the roofs and the gullies are filled with water. Trees struggle to stay upright in the strong winds. Besides, there are days when leaves fall from the trees and the canefields look bare just like autumn in temperate countries. Best of all are the days when flowers and fruits are in full bloom. Bees fly around and the air smells of honey. The wind whistles its way through the tall grass making them sway to and fro. A beautiful sight of golden yellow buttercups covers the grounds.

Moral Values of the poem

1.       We should appreciate what we have, whether natural or manmade, in our own country.
2.       We should not demand or long for what we do not have. We should live according to what we can afford.
3.       We should be aware that different people have different skills or beauty


1.       Beauty of nature – nature is beautiful. Every element in our world is attractive in its own way. For example, the weather may be stormy but storms are attractive in their own way. Whether it is rainy or sunny, nature is beautiful.
2.       Appreciation of every aspect of one’s own country – different countries have different climate, culture, language and lifestyles.
3.       Appreciation of nature – nature is to be appreciated
4.       Difference in appearance but similar in effect – things and places may look different but actually they are the same. They may be different in colour and appearance but they are the same in effect. The whole world sees the same sun, moon and the stars.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Life is all about risks taking....

Life is an exploration of the uncertainty as we do not know what awaits for us in future, the impacts of our decisions and choices, and the risks we have to take not because we want to but have to.....whatever we have to undergo, we need to be optimistic and strong. We wont be able to develop and succeed if we dare not take the risks.....