Something caught me off guard, that hot day,
an unexpected thunder roared its presence,
violent...continuously rose in volume...
the throbbing...the thumping...the
pounding intensified...while swarms of red
and pink fragments simultaneously emerged,
and skillfully created arcs...becoming orbs,
multiplying, spreading...merging...then
shaping into rounds, like atoms...combining,
revealing...bearing a scary realization...
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::­::::::::::::::
suddenly, arms and hands felt cold,
thunder softened...waned...arcs and orbs stilled,
chest started to rise and fall, peacefully.......yet, here i am,
anticipating a next time...when thunder roars anew...

Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
   June 19, 2018

I know it seems insane
When you think of all those who betrayed
It’s like a sip of hot tar
With a pinch of toxic air
That scratches at the back of your throat
And pulls out the molten lungs in folds
No memory so bitter can be casually erased
Only time heals the bruised in pain

first morning light
sunbeam tickles frozen dew
drying midnight tears




©Heike Borgard 03/2018