Linggo, Oktubre 31, 2021
Moon set
How quietly you slip away into the coming of day
Unnoticed
Your light in the night
Is a memory
A vestige
Of nocturnal glory
zarahG 9.25.2021
Sabado, Oktubre 30, 2021
I know why you love books so much
I know why you love books so much
And why reading means the world to youBooks are small
So small that
You can cradle them
You can hug them
You can lay them on your lap
You can bring them anywhere
Until it's time for a nap
Books are quiet
So quiet
They never make a noise
Except when you open its covers
That's when you hear a voice
Not just one, but more
Your own, the author's
The illustrator's too
Including the book designer
Everyone who made it so
So I too will read books
Such small and quiet things
I will read them in the bathroom
In the fields and in the forests
To the skies and unto the seas
Up in a treehouse or
In big, amazing libraries
Books are small
Books are quiet
They will not make a sound
Until you start to open one
And hear the wonder of words
And worlds
Terrifying and tender
A vast and magnificent universe
zarahG 10.30.2021
Biyernes, Oktubre 29, 2021
Namjooning
In our quest for the small and the quiet
A rocky beach
A scuttling crab
A dark slab of wood
A snug woolen cap
Tiny drops of rain
Embedded in a song
The silent ray of light
Of a full and round
And rising moon
A breath that catches
The cadence of chords
Patterned so eloquently
The smooth flow of words
A bike ride at sunset
A solitary blue
Half the world will fall asleep
The other
Bursting
In different hues
zarahG 9.19.2021
A rocky beach
A scuttling crab
A dark slab of wood
A snug woolen cap
Tiny drops of rain
Embedded in a song
The silent ray of light
Of a full and round
And rising moon
A breath that catches
The cadence of chords
Patterned so eloquently
The smooth flow of words
A bike ride at sunset
A solitary blue
Half the world will fall asleep
The other
Bursting
In different hues
zarahG 9.19.2021
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