/o\ __ /o\

The day's dry spell has ended...it's dark,
at last.......comes dusk
the hours are too slow in their flow
all else, is in slow mo
fatigue disrupts the peace...mind and body
silently complain......the regularity
of endless tasks and chores
gobbles one's lifetime...beard grays with ****
the enthusiasm that wakes the soul
before sunrise, has turned to ennui...
in the morning, the coffee urn,
brews with discontent...

a thirst for change,
twinned with fear...seems strange,
excitement and apprehension
cling to the mind...like an infection...

imagination is fecund
temptation fills every second...

this farm, is life striated with difficulties
acres of land, haunted by inherited responsibilities,
how can one be exempted from traditions
and family  expectations?
there's just no pleasure
in so much work pressure
impossible, to ignore the enemies of leisure!
it's tempting to surrender...to just loll,
to abandon all...
yet, body and mind struggle...must keep going
every morning...

an intrinsic energy within, dispels whispers at night
it is fiercest, when a candle is bright with light...
.........................................


Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 11, 2019