.
There is a presence here,
can't you feel it crackling
through the evening air?
Creeping into the mind
as an invasion by consent.

A candle flame flickers
as an errant string thrums,
a note of announcement
and precedent to an army
set to join the invasion.

There is a presence here,
can't you feel it cloying
at open waiting ears,
seeping over the babble
as an intrusion most welcome.

A chord breaks silence
as a voice slow gently hums
a prelude to old new songs,
an accompaniment to a jangle
as the errant string conforms.

There is a presence here,
can't you hear it calling
to the blood in your veins,
freezing the moments solid,
speaking at corpuscular levels.

An excitement of particles
agitate an expectant atmosphere,
curved air starts to resonate
an apocryphal truism that
there is a Presence … here.


© Pagan Paul (15/01/20)

.
I yearn for a lark
in a National Park
to land upon my shoulder.

I ache for a bird
with a secret word
to make me a little bolder.

Were I a peacock
to show what I've got
I may feel a little less colder.

But I'm an old crow
with no place to go
now that I am getting older.



© Pagan Paul (31/12/19)

Grey skies , leafless trees
A moment of quietness
Remembering Spring

❤️

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

As December ended...as January
slipped in...as new year's fireworks
soared and vanished in the atmosphere,
newfound energy, renewed courage, and
fresh opportunities entered the scene.

we got to let go of old, stubborn ways
and attitudes...and welcome new perspectives,
new methods, new faces...with open minds.

in little ways, we go on celebrating...showing
gratitude for being endowed with precious life,
for birthdays...ours...our loved ones'...near or
far...we remember, with fuss...or, in silence.

February is calling
it's never too late to start over,
to open our doors to new beginnings, any
time, any day...let us enhance, let us celebrate
precious life...let us remember...let us move on.

Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
January 24, 2020