PASSING THROUGH

  Like flowers that bloom for a season, We are. Passing through time and space, with souls seeking the transcendent do we leave behind tears or fragrance? We are passing through time and space Partings are our song’s refrain. Do we leave behind tears or fragrance – a single act touches generations. Partings are our

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

Regret looks backward, wishing nothing more than to undo what has been said and done, to choose with eyes the years have made wiser if placed before the same crossroads again. What difference could a second have made? What destiny could a moment have unfurled? But time flows onwards sweeping in its tides the paths

SUNFLOWER

Ah! Sunflower, weary of time* eyes the hours with suspicion they either ran too fast or too slow for Sunflower’s satisfaction When a little seedling, she ached to grow that she could live her dream to shine beneath the light of that glorious sun and to its rays, her heart incline And having bloomed as

EERIE CEMETERY

I used to be very scared of cemeteries. When I was much younger, I would shut my eyes tight whenever I passed by the cemetery in our village. Unlike American cemeteries where coffins are lowered about 6 feet under the ground, in traditional Philippine cemeteries like the one we had in our barrio, coffins are

AUGUST COMES WITH A WARNING

 August comes with a warning – You see it in the leaves turning in the middle of summer Fall’s shadow appears; it is in the flowers dying in the sad news I heard of friends and loved ones leaving Life is changing and August comes with a warning perhaps to prepare our souls for joy

A LITTLE MID-LIFE MEDITATION

I am out of words to say. My pen is poised in mid-air, with no angst or delighted surprise to push it to write. I am coasting in the calm waters of everyday, rocked only mostly by some fussy child or chores left undone. Sometimes, boredom sets in and that agitates my sails a bit.

JUST AN ORDINARY LIFE

My day begins and ends attending to my baby.  In between, I am busy taking care of the needs of a rather large family of seven:  feeding, schooling, refereeing four bickering boys, and meeting their demands.   There are dishes to clean, clothes to wash and fold, a house to straighten up.  On a good

SERENITY IS (WPC: Serenity)

Serenity is a butterfly flying on wings broken and torn or  the sparrows  flolicking through sun, or snow, or storm. Could it be the elderly lady who lives next door and carries the weight of old age with poise and good humor? Ah, it must be a child untouched by worldly cares and still wrapped

ExisTENce (for DVerse)

Here are my ten-word poems for DVERSE’s Meeting the Bar: one, two, three…tenWord prompt. I. To a soaring eagle things down below are but dots. II. How man expends his life for glories erased by time. III. The present is dying the world has aborted her future. IV. Subject to none, but by his ego

WALKING MAN (for DVerse Poets)

Oh Man! Where are you going? without your head, how do you know? How do you set  a  goal for that stride, powerful and elegant, if I may say so. Chances are, you will say you got a heart and that is all you need. You will feel your way to navigate the pitfalls of