No test
no lesson to behold
life keeps kicking me
lower then low
a snow covered tent
deep in the woods
an old abandon barns
with a caved in roof
the cold follows me
as I aimlessly trek
in search of somewhere
I haven't tread yet

(haikus)

<@-@>....<@-@>....<@-@>


The night is disguised
scent of pine permeates the walls
moon-glowed dancefloor calls...

"A Certain Smile," plays,
two masked silhuouettes dance close,
in sweet abandon...

hearts are beating fast
strangers...in this night's charade,
lovers.....just for t'night...


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 31, 2019

In a sea of enthusiastic voices,
a dominant voice prevailed,
in an effort to command attention,
he inquired:

"Are you...
a frustrated doctor?
a frustrated lawyer?
a frustrated actor?
a frustrated engineer?

are you...
a frustrated nun?
a frustrated linguist?
or, a frustrated biologist?"

i met the eyes of the speaker;

."simply frustrated,"
was my unuttered reply...


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
January 11, 2020