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

I could have been there
sat in a deckchair
licking an ice cream
but where was I?
I
was toiling away
and this day
wasn't meant for that.


I have to consider this carefully
work hard and be tired
or live bored and carefree.

It's another trap
I see that,

The results of the general election
may give me a sense of the direction
to take
meanwhile
my bones ache
which is of no consequence
in the grand scheme of things.

It's catching up on me,
YES!
time is a worthy adversary.

It'll win in the end
but the race goes on
and
the clock still watches
the long shadows.

Only fear and onions can make me cry.

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