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Sally A Bayan Apr 2017
Earth days are a mix
moments may be dim...eclipsed,
rays are speared....ellipsed...

Sally

Copyright April 11, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Eriko  Aug 2016
Rainy Summer Morn
Eriko Aug 2016
smell of faint, brisk summer morning
baby blue tennis shoes
running puddles of water
glimpses of smooth obsidian
on the slathered pavement,
black umbrella in one hand
a brewed cup of coffee,
unleavened with sweetness of cream
like the way the rain drizzles
without the kindness of a meadow stream
splash, the puddles ripple
and the rain creates apparent wrinkles
in the air and wet scenes
forged into a single continuity
which curves at the edges,
and swells in the appendages,
the body of a rainy summer morning
aching from long night's fast,
weeping like the endeavors
of single stroke of solitude,
the joy and vibrant yellows
ellipsed by the buffering grey morn
We packed koi fish in a suitcase,
for some lost reason
That they’d help move our undead bodies
into transforming light
is thrilling— thrilling— magical thinking

The light only lets
a fine gleam off water
play with a fish’s ambition to enter
the cold— coldest— moment of its short existence
before the weight of a dragon is suffered forever

We packed koi fish in a suitcase,
for some lost reason
That anyone here could even ride upon a dragon
into myth
is so far surpassing delusional thinking

We’ve been pushing around boxes
Towers and causeways, and carpeted birthways
ellipsed in front of the fish’s vision
So it’s no ones fault for hoping
at one point immaculate doorways would open

A Calypso or a curved back could never stop
the disturbing of corners, or the rhythmic surf
thralling koi all morph within a charging breath
but for not the movement to **** at our fins,
then amidst, lo, immaculate doorways-went

It’s no wonder koi fish have come
closer to dragons than anything’s come
That they’d be key and coach for a new home
in it’s new light
is thrilling— thrilling— actually done
from may 14, 2025
poem from the past a day #65
this is the last poem i have that was made in the past as of the date of upload.
as far as its quality of writing, i've left off on a relatively strong note.
it has a handful of captivating phrases. it was a scrap of a couple lines for about two-ish years, so i actually started it around the time i wrote Arrested Celestine and the like and that means it came out of that time of energy. but, on the other hand, i wrote the last two stanzas only a couple months ago, so i do still have my stuff, though fractured and delirious.
as for the future, my brain has taken to coming up with a never ending series of choruses and hooks, and that's what i've been writing down. at least some of that will be published, although i'm taking my time.

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