Love, Passion and Creativity — Part 2

Before head­ing into this post I rec­om­mend read­ing part one of “Love, Pas­sion and Cre­ativ­ity”, if you haven’t already done so, as I’ve laid the foun­da­tion in that post for what’s to fol­low. Time is a curi­ous thing. I’ve writ­ten about it before but I want to men­tion it here again in the con­text of


Love, Passion and Creativity — Part 1

So there’s been a lapse again on Alternate:Words. What was once intended to be a reg­u­lar per­sonal blog filled with cre­ative writ­ings has turned into skip­ping entire months with­out updates. It was time for me to take a deeper look at the reason(s) for this and what I have to share may be help­ful to


Gateways

Gate­ways, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Alas, I have been severely slack­ing again. I would have liked to present a great rea­son for the lack of activ­ity – work­ing on a book that’s almost fin­ished now, some new com­po­si­tions that I wanted to com­plete – but it is non thereof. Instead I have spent quite


For cherry blossoms, new life

For cherry blos­soms, new life, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The trist of win­ter Has the drag­on­fly in its grip My heart is aching Pray­ing for spring mir­a­cle For cherry blos­soms, new life © Thorsten Becker   I’ve devi­ated from my Wednesday/Sunday post­ing cycle as I sim­ply couldn’t find my words. Any cat­a­stro­phe touches me but


Tossing and turning

Toss­ing and turn­ing, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The clock chimed twelve As the mid­night sun Eerily spun A twi­light web Across slate gray night At that hour I approached the gate Wide and great Lead­ing to mind’s gar­den Of flash­ing den­drite Step­ping into, walk­ing through I felt my soul entwine Wrapped in deep dark vine


An echo in time

An echo in time, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There is time, more than enough time, yet there is barely any left. The noise of this world is get­ting louder, drown­ing out the songs, those sweet songs, rever­ber­at­ing in time. I close my eyes, I dream. The mist of time envelops me and there they are,


Spring glances with sleepy eyes

Spring glances with sleepy eyes, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Blue sky, first warm rays Spring glances with sleepy eyes Across silent lands Dream­ing in Winter’s bed Of life’s intense col­ors © Thorsten Becker My first attempt at a tanka, a genre of Japan­ese Waka (poetry) of which I had not heard before — at