Bonsaic Verses

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On the ring and rim
we’re nothing but embers in
the fleeting moment

nesting season
every bird chooses
its own tree

selfie-
the narcissism
that fuels facebook

birds on the roof
and the swaying trees-
morning rhapsody

raging Santi
could not calm his inner storm-
autumn symphony

missing your smile-
the autumn moon
still out of sight

text and the city
poetry on my cp
ain’t that groovy?

drifting into now
with Bocelli’s Romanza-
evening resonance

some flowers
will not thrive with poetry
they need fiction

after the rainfall-
the scent of the midnight bloom
fleeting with the breeze

waiting for
the evening train
or a time warp

here i am nothing
but a passing pilgrim

your gentle eyes
they too are a couplet
of lyric gaze
but i know not how
would they rhyme with mine

wounding deeper
& deeper the unhealed wound-
mind the now
mend the now
O Mindanao!

morning rain-
stickings my tongue out to taste
its syllabled drops

if you want to sign
your name on the sands of time
don’t perish the thought

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