in the balcony one late afternoon
i saw a mossed cypress tree, with
curved and drooping branches
a shield from the glaring rays of the sun
at noontime, i realized it was
i sat on the wooden lounge chair
as my mind started reeling
brimming with words and lines
stimulated by the ambiance
provided, surrounded by the
picturesque views....but i
suddenly thought of a distant friend
a good soul, a good friend
i miss Cheryl, my friend
she would have loved to be here
in this seaside village,
for some time off, to mix her colors
paint something from the sea
a touch of Neptune's world, maybe
for her poems to write.....
some fresh air, walks any minute of the day
so worries and fears and uncertainties
may vanish, evaporate
like bubbles dissipate
.....into thin air.....


Sally



Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

sometimes i feel like i'm a bird with broken wings
at times i dread my now and envy where i've been
but that's when
quiet
wisdom takes control
at least i've got a story no ones told
i've finally learnt to say

whatever will be will be
i've learnt to take
the good the bad and breathe
although
we like
to know what life's got planned
no one knows if shooting stars will land

these days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
to imitate a child falling backwards on the snow
but that's when
fears will
usually leave you blind
and now i try to underanalyze

is the rope i walk wearing thin?
is the life i love caving in?
is the weight on your mind
a heavy black bird caged inside?

You are lovely
Better than
Anything
In this whole world