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You must begin early
while it is cool and your head clear
discernment, a sharpened tine
probing the rocky darkness
for all things latent and destructive.

Be aware that the velvet sage
of the leaves belies their power
to take over every space, remember
roots burrow deep, anchoring in
fissures we don’t even know exist.

You must delve as close
to the origin as possible
or the **** you think eradicated
will bide its time, germinating
in the still secret ground

waiting for light
to penetrate the moist earth
waking the sprout
who voraciously pushes up and out
a curled blemish

in your otherwise carefully tended garden.
 Nov 2015 Jennifer Little
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
More precisely: A letter to Love
There is no place for you here
He forbade you from the beginning
And we agreed that you would not come around
I know I was alone when you showed up at my door but
You must have known you were still unwelcome
When he holds me close at 3am
This is not an invitation
When he pets my hair as I cry
This is not a retraction of our demands
His hand on my hips and under my clothes
Are not extended to you
You must believe me when I say I miss you terribly
But this is not the first time you have betrayed me
I think we need some distance
I truly do look forward to the opportunity where we may meet again
But there is no place for you here
Please go
~~~a  repost~~~
(For Cheryl Love)


I am on this part of the world
while you are there on the other side
an enormous sea stands between us.
We are both just tiny specks from where we stand
it is not a high wall that separates us-
but giant waves and scary
windstorms,
an ocean of strong currents existing.

And yet, we speak, we think, like
we are just a few minutes drive away
it's like you're just next door
a matter of three knocks away
we chat and we laugh cheerfully
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.

These physical barriers that separate us
couldn't hinder us from smiling
Only a few words spoken
would send us laughing
we see ourselves on skype
the gleeful sound of our  giggles
is unstoppable and contagious
for we giggle just about anything
Our mouths never close,
there is always something to discuss
something to laugh about
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.

We radiate positive energy
we vibrate with pleasant thoughts
dwelling on hopes that
one day we would meet in person.
We shall have long talks
we shall have long walks
we shall cook
we shall make beads
everything...we shall do together
we won't run out of things to do together,
like the day would never end,
like the sun would never set...

Though far apart,
the music of our giggles
shall play on and on
in our hearts
in our minds
in our ears.

There is no doubt,
our friendship, our music would live on
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.


Sally


Copyright August 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(my hopes are high, Cheryl...one day, we would meet in person...
...it is like a pledge...a continuing prayer...)

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