it was not so long ago, when you were holding my little hand, guiding every step of my way every moment, was a moment to remember a moment so fun, so dear i learned to navigate the world through your gentle hands, through your brilliant mind, through your compassionate heart ours was a “love – hate” affair but never was there a time that you surrender
how long has it been? i can’t remember, i really can’t my ageing mind won’t wanna work backwards won’t even wanna work on dates, and i think it doesn’t matter, for now, i am in charge of tiny little hands too, the ones whose lives depend on how i will guide them through thier ways, and i can’t help but be grateful, for the mother that you were to me when i was little
Happiest and grandest Sunday dear friends and poets. . Today’s poem is the complete/full text of my trilogy poem series. . . I Didn’t Know . Beauty . i didn’t know leaves could dance gracefully as the wind blows upon the signal of the monsoon rain while it pitter-patters on the roof i didn’t know loud rumbling thunder could sound like a love song; so gentle and so sweet i didn’t know a tremendous flash of lightning could look like fireworks at night, flashing spectacular lights in jubilant celebration i didn’t see the beauty in them until the day i found you i didn’t know beauty as much as I knew it when i had you . Butterflies . i didn’t know butterflies ever lived inside me waiting to fly, waiting to soar until the day i saw you, i felt fluttering sensations as if a million little butterflies were screaming, wanting to be freed every single cell in my body was churning, cramping, feeling anxious, shaking, shivering, twitching by just the sight of you, i didn’t know butterflies could live in my stomach until i saw you i didn’t know butterflies could go crazy, as crazy as they became when i had you . Burned . i didn’t know love could be magical and enchanting and bewitching, until the day you took my hand by the door, gently caressing my hair, your eyes with a loving steady gaze, and then slowly you moved closer to me, i felt the warmth of your body, the tenderness of your lips, the fire in your heart giving me burning sensations then i was burned, burned down to ashes by your touch, by your embrace, by your kiss i didn’t know i could get burned by love until i was burned, burned by your love
I’ll Caress Your Weary Heart and soul With my Love So true, Undying Forever too I will be Your wings To Fly high Upon the sky Reaching Your Dreams my Dear
This is Waltz Wave form developed by Leo Waltz. It is a syllabic form with a title and 19 lines. The subject should be calming. The syllabic pattern is: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1. Words may be split to fit the pattern. There is no rhyme. Thanks to Val https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/09/03/looking-calm/
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Spillwords.com presents: Against The Dazzling Sunset, a poem written by Michelle Ayon Navajas, currently residing in Malaysia.
what if dreams don’t really come true, that they are just theories to fuel your ambition or redirect you from reality to pure illusion?
what if dreams don’t really mean anything at all that they’re but electrical brain impulses of random thoughts and memories?
what if our superpowers don’t actually matter? what if worst, we are not superheroes after all? what if we are indeed products of creative imagination?
what if we’re not who we believe we are? what if we’re just some make-believe characters?
what if dreams don’t really come true? what if dreams don’t really mean anything at all?
what if I am not really Batman, and you are not Superman? how do we save the world now?
forever i will be tainted tainted by the dark, sad reality of the wrongs that i have done of the mistakes i deliberately committed or, did i? was i wrong to just let you go? was i wrong to just let you walk away?
when all i ever wanted to do that moment you said goodbye was hold you close to my heart so close you would feel my heartbeat so close you would know (or maybe, i was hoping you’d know) that you were and have always been the one i want, the one my heart bleeds for the one my soul yearns for
and for years and years, i wonder, of how life’s been treating you of which path you’ve taken are you happy? are you dreamin’ the biggest dreams? are you writing like you used to? are you smiling making people happy as you’ve always?
for now, i only have my memory, my memory of you and of that day that i let you walk away was i not man enough to fight for you? fight for my love, fight for our love?
(I see a woman, wondering and pondering of “what if’s” and “what might have been’s”.)
What If
what if we didn’t meet? what if it didn’t happen? what if our hearts did not collide? what if our bodies did not unite?
’twas like a movie, in full production i was the star, and you; just being you, in anticipation you said your “hello,” i think i said “hi” in return i felt butterflies in my stomach i’m sure you felt them too, i bet you did, don’t you contradict that’s how we first met, but what if we didn’t meet at all that afternoon?
we were inseparable, totally connected adjustment wasn’t needed, it was just a word we had endless conversations and pointless arguments by the alley, on the bench, in the street, and even in the silence of the church where everybody’s head was bowed for meditation that’s how we bonded, but what if it didn’t happen, that afternoon?
your “i love you’s” were in many different forms sometimes it camouflaged as the meatiest, savory Filipino version of the famous spaghetti at times, it was in the simplest form of a rock hard candy, fresh from your pocket sealed with a kiss, or the sweetest, most romantic verse written that’s how we fell in love, but what if our hearts did not collide, that afternoon?
remember that beautiful late afternoon? framed by the doorway, against the dazzling sunset, you held my hand for the first time, then, we kissed our first kiss, ’twas magic, ’twas love, ’twas pure bliss, your kiss felt like heaven on earth your lips on mine felt like forever that’s how we became one, but what if our bodies did not unite, that afternoon?
what if we didn’t meet? what if it didn’t happen? what if our hearts did not collide? what if our bodies did not unite?
will there still be, a promise of forever?
will i ever be with you in the twilight of my life where i could lovingly lay my head on your shoulder, from dusk ’till dawn?
