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…

Poems by theinflectionpoint.net

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

theinflectionpoint.net

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?

Dream

 Photo by Cake Geraldino

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

By Marites Avisado Responte

you always close your eyes to dream
clasp your hands or even scream
over the hedges, over the mountain
that holds the secret, your dream can attain
your walk is sure, your hopes secure
tears may fall, but you always find the cure
the battle and scare may find their way
but don’t let them lead you stray
the day may gloom, may rain all day
heavy clouds may look dark and grey
think that sun never stops to shine
don’t succumb to drain, lest feel resigned
believe, while you breathe ceaselessly
that is how you hold a dream daringly
clutch it in your heart like you hold on to life itself
for life is a dream unless you put yourself on a shelf