Some say, “all roads lead to all roads”
standing stifled at perplexing crossroads,
torn in the throes of which direction
leads to all roads.

Stuck
in a recurring moment
when you hear whispered words grow silent ;
the sound of silence is heard loud and clear ―

It’s liberating to finally comprehend the senses ;
the stench of unrequited longings linger
I tried to touch you but you couldn't feel
I was never deaf all along ... only blinded
by a veiled light I could not perceive,
bemused and bewildered,
when the darkness will not sleep

Even knowing regrets are a waste of time,

"the beginning was over before the start ,..
how the hell did the end get here so soon(?)!"

even a lovely stretch of the lonesome highway
leads to another,
lost and unmapped road to nowhere

In times like these,
I'm learning to accept
sometimes there's no other choice
but to move on ;

we leave a lot behind in the rear-view mirror
along the long and twisted road
home ...


*wild is the wind  ... 11. 29. 2016

The moody morning sky, covering my palette again
white, green, yellow, zinc white and red
the ev'ning planet, spinning on, the rains in vain
my lover's blue came in, ev'ryone drops dead.

While gazing at the movements, perplexed and cool
white turns black, ruby red in brownish mess, the fool
where is he, where is he my metaphoric lover,
acentric he moves on with the blackest cover

The dark green trees are gazing at I
why are there deepsea blue clouds, treading forth, why?
I lose trees out of sight, gone is the lovely emerald light
now almost night, all blackest diamonds sleep tight.

Awfully sleepy, my mind is heady, my passion blurred,
when I gave up, I see beauty, how absurd !

My most magical moon right on the spot,
is a most beautiful fluorescent biggest dot
hypnotizing….
heaven-high on the home firmament.

© Sylvia Frances Chan

Sometimes I'm the hammer
Sometimes I'm the nail
When sometimes I think
I'm sure to win
I know I'm bound to fail

Sometimes a blackberry
is going to getcha
when pulling weeds out on the trail

Sometimes
It ain't easy being
green, black or blue or pale

Sometimes
Stand still long enough
something is bound to eatcha
Or running ******* the treadmill
getting no where fast

When I'm hungry
I'm going to devour
meat or grain
fruit or flower
Sometimes
starving on a Friday afternoon
no money coming in

Sometimes love
Sometimes desire

Sometimes I'm alive
Sometimes I'm nearly dead

Sometimes I'm riding lightening
Sometimes I'm thunder calling out
for salvation

Sometimes I'm standing knee deep in deafening silence

Sometimes I'm going to see
Sometimes I know I'm blind

Sometime time is going to end,
I know
there won't be
sometimes to do again.

It was written in the sky...
I read it!
It was a wish we had made,

It fell from the heavens,
It was a prayer we had prayed.

The flocking birds had saved them all
Beneath their wings,

Releasing
One
Word
At
A
Time,
It began raining our secrets
And all of our other precious things.

The promises of all our tomorrows,
And all of our wishes and dreams
That we had blown into the air,

The flocking birds caught them all,
They had been protecting them
Whilst they were up there.

By Lady R.F ©2016

She needed to refrain
from spilling ink -
from voicing her soul,

So she placed her pen
into the draw -
mental exhaustion
had taken its toll.

This only ever happened
very rarely,
but when it did,
it made her feel
emotionally numb,

Her soul would refuse
to cooperate with her pen -  
her Muse would demand to take
a very brief hiatus;
momentarily,
she was forced
to be done.

She embraces
poet's pause,

It's all part of the deal -
her Muse's constitutional clause.

By Lady R.F ©2016