a poet can say too much
with so little to go on

a poet can say too little
with so much to go on

The shine in his eyes has all but died
Drained of all that is good
Where it once was, filling the void
Depression and madness now loom.

Dying, internally
Only in the late teens
Who knew a midlife crisis could occur at 18 ?

I had created a dream
Where everything was what it seemed
No underlying lies
No forming covert ties
I had created a dream
In which there was no time for sorrow or grief
Where a heart could not be stolen
Without any care
As if by a thief
I had created a dream
Where people were not bridges
Used to get to the other side
Where I knew
If something said
Was false or true
I had created a dream

I followed the Moon for years
hoping to catch up with you
Until love lay wrecked
too far on the dark side
So out of reach.

I am as small as ant &
As thin as matchstick
As cheap as toffee but
Useful like anything
anyone can afford me as
I cost just square root of hundred
I am boon to poor's & to scholars
& curse to brat
my mother is paraffin wax
My wife is fire
& children r light
Together 3 of us can
Make a blind visible
The moment we 3 unite
Can also defeat a bulb
If I ; a non living object
can light up the whole room
Then why u can't?
If u want then u can also
Be a candle in someone life
As a candle is enough to light
Up the room, in same way
A single drop of hope can light up someone's life!!!

A poet writes
about truths,
what is, and what is not...
a poet writes about nature,
people....the sun, moon and stars,
a poet dares to feel...to see the whole world...


A poet writes...
to vent his/her own shares of  joy
of agony...and aches...miseries...afflictions
as well as those of the others'
a poet reads...sees through someone else's eyes,
face...words...voice...and actions...

A poet writes,
to euphemize the sharp truths and facts in life
make them less painful to the ears
to at least, soften the pointed edges of every trial...to hurt less
to pad the impact of a fall...from frustration and despair
and, through words...encourage one...to rise...when fallen...

A poet writes
to cite reasons...so a hurting one would believe again
have faith in life...in love...again
to reach out...to those who have gone far, in the dark
and take them back to the fold ...of the bright side...

A poet writes...
to tell the woes of those oppressed
the world over
those tortured...violated...and killed
of children abused
their future stolen away from them...

A poet writes
of how nature has been exploited...and maltreated
how human beings
would one day disappear,
how nature...would be around.......no matter what...

A poet is sensitive
observant
and vigilant...
A poet is compelled to see and tell all truths...
truths of yesterday...those that are here now...happening
and those of tomorrow.....and beyond...
All these,
A poet must write...
...nothing more
...and nothing less...


Sally

Copyright January 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



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