Fluttering Heart

In faint he whispers to his love “Don’t forget to rest too, dear” Unbeknownst to both, it would be his last words. That night while his love is lost in a dream laying down on the thin cot next to him, he watches his love intently heartbroken from hearing the sound of exhaustion, but it’s…

Direction

When I was young, I thought having a life dream is enough Visionless, I’ve lost my way, thought I found it back, then lost again Now I learn to trust my heart when deciding which path to take The poem above is written following a sijo format. Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry from…

Reflection

The word travel now sounds distant Left peculiar taste in my mouth Trying my best to keep my ground What other choices do I have? Seems the key here to remember Is not to ask “when” in question But free our mind from deception Was our past world ever normal? So life sends message we’re…

An Ending

A journey’s ending, sadness tugging yet so is thrill…unwittingly Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #355 – SAD and thrill #NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 26

Meaning of Peace

Tiptoeing ‘round the house at its most quiet, everyone asleep during those lonely hours, should have been peaceful, yet it stirred emptiness I have gnawing fears too like everyone else, getting older, the future, to name a few, cramped thoughts that could cripple giving no freedom What does peace mean to me has transformed with…

The Dance Between Truth And Fantasy

We come across many folk in lifeeach person has a soul and ownerbut then these owners don’t always conversebunch of lonely souls trying hard to surviveThese pitiful souls do lead a lifelooking tough always on the face outsidebut walk with knife stuck in their chest and wear their pride like the batman’s vestI was once…

Hope After a Destruction

In celebration of the Thursday Tree Love, I picked this picture that I took 2 years ago during my trip to the city of Banda Aceh, located on the northern tip of the Sumatra Island in Indonesia. I don’t expect anyone to recognize the name Banda Aceh or the province of Aceh, but perhaps some…

What is Anguish?

Sullen is the air being inhaled a wrecked land empty souls the once lush – now arid flat no promises left Moment’s gone though it had its chance with eyes closed picture them fragrant of cherry blossoms cries of children’s joy It’s still there beating deep at night feelings of uneasy some things never moved…

Balance (a senryu)

When life’s unbalanced I seek for the essentials… gratitude and hope I realize today that I don’t always need prompts from other people in order to write. I can search for a prompt from inside, from my own experience, which I have plenty of to pick. And I thank God for a day like today….

If She Could Talk

If she could talk, this would be her last words before she was gone. This would be her monologue. my body’s changing I can tell, I can feel it, helpless I know dark pages are ahead no, I refuse to end this chapter now just let me read this book longer will you stay with…