MY TWO FRIENDS

by Delilah Ignacio Causin

She,
She paints from her dreams
draws nature and the sublime
verses she inks from her heart
deep in meaning; lofty in thought
her works transcend words with ease
the world is her canvas without surcease
at poetry's gate, weave picture ethereal
imagery dreamlike and surreal.

He,
Man and boy housed in one soul
emotions and anguish cajole
his pen steeped in love and pain
exonerates even the mundane,
discovers joy in every torment
breathes metaphor in each tender moment
poetically gives of his heart and wit
cunning or devious,artfully in poems writ.

Two friends have I,
Whose hearts ache and souls revel
web of thousand words, images reveal
take voice from the imperceptible
myriad colors intangible
their flair for prose and poetry
driven by the real, muses and deity
two souls' perception of beauty and truth
duplicate my reflection and thought.

Delilah I. Causin,
Aug 16, 2015
To my Poetess painter friend, Minda Marie De La Serna and and poet friend Narciso

RAIN

A rainy Thursday evening
Smell of rain whets my being
Every drop washes the tears away
It makes me love in every way
Rain cleanses my heart of pain
Oh, I so love to feel the rain.

On rainy days flowers are a bloom
In the midst of dark and gloom
Thunder like whimper is a cry
Rain sings me a lullaby
As rain pours and kisses the earth
Life is drenched with hope and birth.

Drowned in your love on a rainy day
My beloved, pack all worries away
Come, dance with me in the rain.

Delilah  I. Causin
September 30, 2021

First Echo

Love awakens from long slumber
outburst of life within the womb
first quickening felt at dawn
between fire and water
cries, echoes, too deafening
a glimmer of light
joys in the aftermath
then a page is turned
a new story in the offing.

Delilah,
Jan 17, 2016

Live On Borrowed Time

When on autumn sullen days and times
And life is not all what it seems
For all that we wouldst care
Through pains and strife, our souls impale.

Fleeting as the primrose’s scent
All else fades and wanes, I lament
Long I waited for summer bloom
Spring never came, was I doomed ?

A morning hawk flees her nest
Her young to feed, at night she rests
Saga of sun and moon unfolds
Darkness engulfs, daylight frowns.

Over vast hills and fields we toil
Kindness sown on sodden soil
Seeds strewn , grow and sprout
Leave indelible imprint on the ground.

Ink verses, rhyming words aflame
Of mountains I had known then claimed
Last autumn leaf falls to greet the dawn
Play is done, the final curtains drawn.

Heart yearns for a new morning
the last flicker of embers burning
Wrestling with day and night
I live on borrowed time.

Delilah Ignacio Causin
April 5, 2019

EPHEMERAL

Fleeting flashes of tiny lamp lights
Minute lanterns white and bright
Countless stars in the skies
beautiful sights last eons of time
over the celestial and temporal,
God's creations but ephemeral

A shy violet and fragile red rose
To while away the woes
lovelies in the bright summer
flowers blush then quickly wither
in sunless garden, their scent
like beauty is evanescent.

Between vast skies and deep seas
dreams, visions and fancies abate
lay waste then recklessly dissipate
on brevity of nights and days
elemental will endures and stays.

Time is not measured in numbers
Secrets kept in heart chambers
And of the soul withal
live, outlast the ephemeral.

Delilah I. Causin
November 23, 2015

A dainty rose
in bashful pose
lovely and demure
with fragrance pure
but armed with prickly thorns
Oh, beware its scorns !

Delilah, Dec 24, 2014

Solitude
Life lived in sheer solitude
a sanctuary unfettered
by deafening silence
this world is mine
for the taking
I am myself,
by myself,
I delight
deep
infinitely
in solitude;
quiet monotony
purifies and vivifies
a soul meandering thru
with rapture, intense pleasure
I am one in bliss with the Being
in solitude, can I be genuinely free.
       DELILAH CAUSIN,  APRIL 15, 2015