Where there were no people around
Only the grass, touch me not
And wild flowers
The light above spread
Like watercolors
Yet slowly the fiery colors
Were subdued by black.
Here at the Hill
I poured my heart out
All hurts that lingered
And lurked inside my heart
I cursed
I punched
I kicked
I slandered
I cried.
Here at the Hill
Where the stars are nearer
No one is hurt
The Sky
The Hill
Are the silent witnesses
Of my weakness.
Copyright 2019, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Unable to act.Copyright 2019, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Exposure brings death.Copyright 2019, Rose Marie Juan-Austin,All Rights Reserved
Like Nickey BoyThat knew no other joyThan to please usAnd be with his toy.He is goneWith his floppy earsAnd shaggy coatHis puppy dog eyes full of joySo pure and playful.Gone is that vibrant dogThat used to wait for usAt the doorstepStuck his ears at the doorAnd wagged his tail endlessly.He brought happinessThat is beyond measureWith…
But a great piece of poetryCould enrich the minds of many.
A boy’s great playground.Copyright 2019, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
A boy joins the scene.Copyright 2020, Rose Marie Juan Austin, All Rights Reserved
