#unintended
I shot an Arrow
Into the air
It fell to Earth
I knew not where;
'Tis aim was true
And filled with despair
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 7:40 AM UTC
My sister bought it years ago,
too bad, my mother didn’t
get the chance to enjoy it,
she would've treasured it.
It became a reminder of sadness,
an unintended metaphor, for loss
and pain...it always brought back
that very unexpected, very sad
early morning in February.
Its bright red handle...faded
through weeks, months and
years of changing seasons,
stood on a corner for a long
time...unused, but still intact,
until i took notice one day,
brought it out of its dusty wrap
and opened the red cane umbrella.
A smiling face suddenly flashed
in mind...a presence who, on
early mornings, eagerly recited,
“I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul,”
tirelessly sketched portraits of
unknown faces during unholy hours,
planted, cooked, sewed, while
humming "Ramona"...one who
taught us about silent vows and
undying promises that eventually,
became ours to keep.
It's now an accompanying cane,
the red umbrella...it saves me
from miscalculating steps, from
falling debris, when keeping walls
from crumbling.
sally b
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 8:53 AM UTC
What can I say?
You have
outsmarted all my metaphors
and all of my clichés
are insulting to your love
I wouldn’t write another poem
telling you how much I care
I can’t say again I love you
in any other way
How do I
describe the color
of your soul; that light
No winter sends
shivers up my spine
the way your eyes do
and the fertile raindrop-whispers
falling on my ears
there’s no autumn, or spring
to show me life like your heart does
no sun could match
the summer of your love
What can I say?
I had no words left
to hide behind
So I ran, but
where wouldn’t you find me
in a world that revolves around
you and I?
and so you found me
and where I lay
didn’t drag me out
didn’t sweep me off my feet
but lay shaking
beside me
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
You had secrets you'd been hiding,
But when the blood started spilling
So did they.
You always had an argument,
But when it erupted in discontent,
You had nothing to say.
And you hide behind your innocence,
Blame it all on ignorance
So that you'd be safe.
But in the concoction you'd been brewing,
It was problems you were stirring;
You just couldn't let them lay.
So go ahead and sleep soundly,
But this war that is surrounding
Will eventually make you pay.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
You're a good morning.
You're the earliest sunlight
filtering through the shades,
just bright enough
to wake me gently.
You are early morning dew,
the smallest water droplets
hanging fragile on the surface
of everything.
You are the rustle
of blankets as I stretch
the first long movement
of the day
You're rolling over
to see the face
that brings an instant smile
to mine.
And I never thought I'd learn
to love waking up,
And I never intended to love you
so deeply, so quickly.
But you, baby,
You're a good morning.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC