I live within green and blue
Today, blue with white candyfloss.

Somewhere unknowable
unknown and alone,

But full of companionship.
The enigma of living.

My words,
Have a lot more to say than you think.
My poems,
Have hidden feelings in them.
My outside,
It's not all that I have.
I have a inside too.
And every word,
Every poem of mine,
Is the same as I.

I'm
breathing
hurriedly...i'm
r e m e m b e r i n g
c o n c e n t r a t i n g
trying  to  p i c t u r e :
~~ A ~~


P--lethora of trees, flowering plants...across and beyond...surround the

L--ustrous surface of the rushing blue green water...spraying...  
     nourishing
A--maranths and azaleas, with its windblown mists...refreshing.....see,

C--reeping creatures underwater could not ruin the quietude it emits

I--nimitable is its Serenity...nothing else is at par.............its

D--impled surface, tiny ripples running, creating streams of dreams...
     whispering


W--ords...a gentle massage, washing away rage, misery...like precious

A--methyst, jade, citrine and crystals...shimmering down under,  
      rebuilding, helping
T--urquoise, gently touch with its sea blues...above, under...wherever

E--merald waters, against red carnelian rocks...to weather...endure...to

R--escue someone reeling...patiently...with words mollifying...and  
     sprays of
S--alty mists..soothing pensive eyes, mind, soul...cleansing...healing  
     CHAKRA...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Placid~waters~run
b e h i n d~~me
b e f o r e~~me
deep~~within
~~ m e ~~
~~~~~




Sally

Copyright September 3, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

paint you the sky,
   in gold
with pinkish-oranges
     and lampblack
contrasts

purplish coils
   and burning reds
holding your hand
      in the glow

of your terra cotta
     lamp
I promised
    that under

the blush
     of light blue
never knowing
     if I could ever

fulfill it.
    So this is
a canvas I
    painted, my dear.

Remembering
    how calm that
September horizon
    felt

touch it if
    you must, but it
is not finished
     yet, it is wet

not the masterpiece
    I promised you
then,

starting, making a start, to listen
and a piano starts to play
and the silence becomes a fullness
while the key board says it all