Ha'Sonnet #3
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
Sing me a song of love and fate. Devoid of exhaustion from contenti… The wall had appeared... keeping permanence...I fear Save me from anguish I feel.
Through your eyes unimaginable truth resides Deep in the ocean floor’s unreachable tides. Lying down deep below,
Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,
Someone loomed from nowhere— A better glimpse failed her— Her breath was heavy between anticipation and trepidation—
Treacherous storms, unabated perils, unguarded from thunders, then, lightning struck! From the nest that never swayed
Warm days of summer brought rain f… Wet shirts and trousers hanging at… Wild and boisterous laughters hear… Warm smiles of children at play... Wet and sweaty faces on display...
Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… We are graced with borrowed time a…
Abominable as it had been Accountable to the nature’s befalling tragedy... All lost and gained... love, joy and peace.
Sitting on the rock, Continued his pleading croaks. Princess, where are you?
A knock at the door... I courteously opened I received... I obliged.. Thoughts flowed with mine...
Checkered pieces of land can be seen from above... million puzzles: pieces in green, red and brown flats, stitched together
Patiently awaits The upward dancing motion Uniting us one To dance around for a while Imbed in crevice later
A quick glimpse of him As we passed each other... To the barracks ... questions to be answered. He was tied, no sense to fight.
Glasses are turned Up for his drinks Stack the card decks Black Jack’s the game Winner takes all!