P[e]NORAMA

I could have been the ripple

That reached very far

In the pool of compassion;

I could have been the dream

That inspired hope to soar

From the void of drunken stupor;

I could have been the hymn

That enthused peace to ease

The pain of tortured spirits;

I could have been the tiny spark

That lighted the dark alleys

Of restless souls’ meanderings;

If only I didn’t die;

If only I didn’t succumb

To diseased silence.

//Sherma E. Benosa

27 June 2008; 10:47pm

She floats like an eagle

And whispers like the breeze.

She soars high like hope;

She’s calm like peace.

She’s a storm when she rages;

A nightingale when she sings.

She is sadness when she wails

And bliss when she beams.

She is a small step that leaps;

The blood that travels in the veins.

She is a cool wind that revives;

A fire that warms and lightens.

She minds not the frail body,

She roams beyond the horizon’s end;

She dives into the depths of the oceans

And breathes out of the pools within.

Dainty like the clouds in summer

She is a flower, wild and carefree;

She is a raindrop in spring

Her beauty’s not for the eyes to see.

She is a touch that heals,

And a love that pulsates.

She is a melody that beats;

A poetry that resonates.

Inspired by a great post. Read it here.

//Sherma E. Benosa

12 April 2008; 3:02pm

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Listen to the tapping of the falling rain
And you’d hear the beating of my heart;
Whispering nothing but your name —
A love so true, a music that won’t stop.
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Caress the soft rays of the beaming sun
And you’d feel the warmth of my embrace;
Soothing your spirit, clasping your hand —
A balm that takes the worry off your face.
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Savor the dampness of the morning breeze,
Ad you’d taste the flavor of my love;
As sweet as those saccharine toffees —
A special treat for you from up above.
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See Mother Nature’s painting before you,
And you’d notice the bareness of my soul;
Resilient yet gentle, trusting and true —
A simple abode of things that are humble.
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Smell the freshness of the morning dew,
And you’d sniff the scent of my bliss;
My regrets and worries, they are very few —
A simple life I live, your kiss is all I miss.

For cP.

//Sherma E. Benosa
09 November 2007; 3:09am