Bonsaic Verses


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

nesting season
every bird chooses
its own tree

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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