To be of someone’s help
Even when falling short of, self
Can be gratifying

.
So feint the rhythm of life,
a weak pulse seeking to hide,
the smell of fresh rain coming,
as clouds build high on the side.
Long waiting for cool moisture,
the promise is close at hand,
teasing out the breaking heart,
the rhythm of life unplanned.


© Pagan Paul (28/07/19)

Early morning fog
Winter smiles through the curtains
Dew on the flowers

( 10W x 4)

Poets are dots of fire
in unexpected
dark corners.....found

by those seeking answers,
finding dots of wisdom,
and strength,

bits and pieces of
enlightenment
through the thoughts
we share...

we're amongst fireflies,
poets narrating life...
with subtlety
or candidly...




Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 4, 2019

The cuckoo with its red beaded eyes feasted upon the red seeds from the champaka tree
While the crow waited for its turn
A couple of parrots
And  baby mynahs too
All of them live in peace and harmony
Sharing from the same tree

In the path of truth
The frail, sieve out, to seek their own
Test of conscience, guide the rest