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 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 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…


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

Does it matter?

Unspoken

1Photo by Adrian Roa

by Marietta Geraldino

We met, eyes dancing
Felt giddy
Uncontrollably laughed.
Warmth is the thought that I touched you with my heart.

Unconnected, gnawing silence
Felt lost
Unbelievably hurt.
Warmth is the memory that I held you like an art.

Stunned, withering pain
Felt shattered
Undeniably numbed.
Warmth is the smile that made me crave we never part.

Love unspoken, a vow yet unbroken
Felt enlivened
Unquestionably content.
Warmth is the dream that I embraced you at restart.

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

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If nothing is left . . .

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

by Marites Avisado Responte

If nothing is left …
I may depart without a word
I have said what is to be said
Questions may delay the journey
I promise, I’ll find the answer
along the way.

I pack my bag with no memories
to scan, no photographs to carry
no songs to remember
my steps may be slow
I assure you,
my heart is not in sorrow.

Trace me not in your senses
for there, not anymore, I exist
Don’t look for me in the road
where I once stood
Nor in the path
where we once met
For as long as I breathe
I will never tread
those ways again.

And when the evening comes
For awhile, your shadow
may dance against a flickering lamp
I may be tempted to regret but no,
I’ll just put you out in the safety of forgetting.


If nothing is left...