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My eyes can't possibly roam tonight,
tonight is my night to gaze at the sky,
the sky is decked with milky areas,
milky areas that connive with the clouds.

the clouds, however, can't hide the moon,
the moon, it surely rules this starry night.

this starry night... i am left distraught,
distraught, with labored, strained eyes
strained eyes are unable to wander,
to wander? how? with a limited view?
a limited view of tonight's show of stars,
of stars and moon, with no pouring rain,
no pouring rain on this monsoon night!
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this monsoon night, a poem is lethargic,
lethargic, floating on spiritless waters.
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it ceases to flow beyond its first line,
its first line...refuses to expand tonight.
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tonight, poem and i will take a break.
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(That starry night from years ago, caught
  my eye through a small kitchen window.
  My view of said night was like my poem
  then...limited, uncooperative, stubborn,
  it refused to go beyond its first line.)


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  October 31, 2021