Clandestine lovers
Hiding in plain sight days nights
Throughout their lifetime





There are times in life when it’s just not possible to bridge the two worlds together. Always in love from afar

it must be Tuesday.
it was when I awakened
usually I just awake,
but today is special.

Grammarly goes apoplectic
which is
as far as I know
somewhere in Canada
or it should be.

I need more coffee,
strong and black,
a lot more caffeine
to stop me from falling
right back to sleep.

She says
are you at it again?
I have no idea
what She means.

They reside between pages of
magazines, books or journals.
some are yellow...some, white,
jaundiced
by neglect and by time,
lined or otherwise, upon which
are written spur of the moment
thoughts, maybe some nagging
experiences that can't be forgot.
they live amongst fellow papers,
unexplored,
crumpled, dog-eared.

Sun and moon
alternate,
while the unknown
waits.

Finally,
when found again,
the desire to resurrect
rings and echoes like an
indiscreet chime;
suddenly,
a crowd of ideas confuse
the hand and pen...soon
enough, words fall into their
proper places...old scribbled
notes, rediscovered and
revivified, a new poem is born.

Some, unfortunately,
are deleted unconsciously,
or thrown away accidentally,
some are purposely hidden
amongst life's in-betweens.

sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  June 25, 2024