Honey
I thank I forgot to take
My Prozac tomorrow
Please remind me
When it’s time
To take yesterday’s pills

That world that she feels
Is so important
To conform to...
No longer interest me
.............................

Crushed love leaves a fading scent
Much like crushed roses

©  2019 Jim Davis

Moon glows o'er night blooms
strings play "Misty,"...soft voice hums,
......serene, fragrant dusk...


Sally

-© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 28, 2019

The restful breath of her slumber
bearly fluttering
above a whisper
accompanying the elevation and swoop
of her serene body
in steady rhythmical harmony
is something
I just had to write about

The sun, handsome in a blazing golden striped suit
The birds and busy bees sip on the nectar from the colourful flowers
The trees sway to the sweet song of the breeze
The Koel happy and gay, sings its sweet song in May
But,
My eyes wait for a glimpse of the elusive bird
Know not its form or feathers, hidden in the trees
Sings a rhythmic sweet song from dawn to dusk

Sticky, sweet nectar
lying like fresh dew
dripping and drizzling into our soft soil, dense & nurtured
our love was good ground
where two fragile buds felt elated to bloom together