#whatreallymatters
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Doves and roses are sought
when hurtful, tempestuous thoughts
flood and create lumps in the throat,
the urge...the surge grow stronger,
much to write...we grab pen...paper,
suddenly......we are "there,"
in that comfortable nook...where,
We create fictional love scenes,
or...relive tremulous experiences
of blazing lava flows, souls despondent
driven by disastrous rains, by discontent,
or, of souls cherishing rare times, serene,
a lake, warm sun...calm coffee moments;
all these become messages conveyed
they're the carbon dioxide we exhale;
Verses are afloat above our heads
until they're written.....and read.
Both old poets and newcomers
come up with stuff...funny or bizarre,
some readers relate...epiphanies occur.
isn't that what really matters?
No kings or queens in prose or poetry.
some came first, others came later.
surely, both want to write...to share.
in God's eyes, no one is above the other.
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Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 4:47 PM UTC
You won't remember the color of the tablecloths,
or the design on the plates.
You'll remember the gleam in his eyes,
and the way 'I do' tasted on your lips.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC