DECEMBER FLOWERS

Wintry winds may blow and heavily the snow showers in threadbare petals stand tall these December flowers. Like ancient calligraphy, stripped limbs rise to the skies painting prayers; below, the earth shows December flowers. How bleak the landscape, the cold is heavy in the heart Contemplative eyes focus on December flowers. When time has strippedContinue reading “DECEMBER FLOWERS”

LOVE COMES SOFTLY

Love comes softly like a leaf in the wind Have you the time to linger and listen to the whisperings of a heart, waking to the beauty it once only imagined? Have you the time to linger and listen In the simplest gestures, love is speaking. To the beauty it once only imagined, the soulContinue reading “LOVE COMES SOFTLY”

A LULLABY NIGHT

I have sung all the lullabies I know. I have told and re-told his favorite stories. My voice is tired, my eyelids droop, and still, my toddler wiggles and squiggles in my arms. He would not sleep. I pray a silent prayer, he pokes my lips driving his little finger against my teeth. My disapprovingContinue reading “A LULLABY NIGHT”

WHERE IS HOME? (a Haibun)

The other day, my nephew posted pictures of decorative structures that he and his friends have set up in my old hometown. While the change was aesthetically pleasing, something clicked inside me: Bayanan, my hometown, is gone. Bayanan has changed a lot in the years I have been away. The sleepy barrio is gone, replacedContinue reading “WHERE IS HOME? (a Haibun)”

WOMAN IN THE MIRROR

~~~~ Once upon a mirror I asked this question – “Do I look beautiful?” Caught off-guard, it replied, “Is this a trap, dear Matron?” Still it obliged, showed a face one with grey head and facial lines “That could not be me!” I said. “How can you possibly lie?” I have plumper lips and rosierContinue reading “WOMAN IN THE MIRROR”

PATIENCE

See in the caterpillar the butterfly it becomes. See hope wash away despondence. Let children be children becoming their calling. Who’s served when pupae are pushed out of their chrysalis to fly? Grace comes neither too early nor too late but just in time.   ~~~ Linking with DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt.  Kim wants us toContinue reading “PATIENCE”

A MEDITATION ON A TRUTH

  The mind is the womb where poems die making the soul an eternal lamentation exorcising the scent of death. From the mouth blooms a song, others may call sweet though its underbelly harbors a bitter taste. Hands wave conjuring art, deconstructed some would say “it’s grotesque.” Sooner than soon voices chorus “who’s to judge?”Continue reading “A MEDITATION ON A TRUTH”

THE SCENT OF A ROSE

Her fragrance was one I could only dream of when I was young. Though the smell of Ylang-ylang and Rosal, more popularly known as Gardenia, infused the air around me, still I longed for the scent of a rose. Yes, roses grew in our area, but they did not have that rose smell that IContinue reading “THE SCENT OF A ROSE”

AN ANATOMY OF SILENCE

Silence is the sanctuary of my soul. It is the shell that turns sand into a pearl. Within its confines, words lose meaning and become the ripples that disturb the serene surface. How lovely is this silence. How fragile is the stillness. I hide and burrow deeper in its comforts. From within, I see theContinue reading “AN ANATOMY OF SILENCE”