Does it matter?

by Marites Avisado-Responte

How many perfect days have passed?
I could never tell the difference
Yes, it rained last night
Did it offer me a smile?
Yesterday, the robust sun came out
But my room was as dark as it was
Does it matter?
Today, the green bush slithers
against the wall of an abandoned lot
I know not a thing is left unpainted
green, green all over, summer caressing
Does it matter, winter is coming?
The leaping of the day can’t wait
The setting sun quickly disappears
Seconds turn to an hour, days to years
Does it matter, if it’s too late?
I may be healed tomorrow
Or probably, not
Yet, day after day, I’ll live
It all matters…

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For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

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Pain after Pain

Pain after Pain

by Marites Avisado-Responte

If we could just live without pain
We could be spotless but plain
If life is perfectly paved and we find no offender
We’ll come out unscathed, but no character.
Though brokenness pierces woes
Tougher we become, as pain blows.
Though the wound stings and scars us to be bitter
Forgiveness sprouts from a humble surrender.
Bruises, we bear
Weakness, we bare
Undaunted spirit, we dare…

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

by Marites Avisado-Responte

Siargao Island

Photo by Dupz Ravelo

Picture before me
Sometimes, I don’t understand your depth
The boats moored in the harbor, bouncing gently against the rippling water say that they need to be restrained so as not to get lost.

The glorious setting sun behind the gray streaked clouds tells me that the absence of color is a worthy distraction.
The benches that look desolate can be the best company to my weary day.
The anxious wild geese sound strange, yet a soothing call for me to come home.        

As I put my bare weight upon the hardened earth, grasses that start to yield to the Autumn temper, let me feel that coldness does not matter after the Summer heat.

These I continue to wonder…

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…~mtg

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Picture before me

by Marites Avisado-Responte

If we could just live without pain
We could be spotless but plain
If life is perfectly paved and we find no offender
We’ll come out unscathed, but no character.
Though brokenness pierces woes
Tougher we become, as pain blows.
Though the wound stings and scars us to be bitter
Forgiveness sprouts from a humble surrender.
Bruises, we bear
Weakness, we bare
Undaunted spirit, we dare…

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

Pain after pain