(haikus)


Cold night by the swamp,
faint moon hides troubled whirlpools
wind roars...reeds bend low...

not far from swamp glow
owl struts on branch, and hoots on,
dogs howl.......wings flap close

hot fear flickers, this
september's dark friday night,
shadow's drenched with sweat


Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    September 7, 2018

Are we worthy
of passing eyes

Do we catch
the stealing glances

Will we save
our world from demise

Can we not
be afraid of taking chances

Sitting,
I was,
Enjoying the sun,
You walked by,
And said hi,
I thought why?

Sitting,
I was,
Enjoying the rain,
In pain,
News paper in my lap,
I let loose a laugh,
And shed a tear,
in Section B,
Was your obituary.