Barely living,
one’s dance
doth animate;
one’s words,
rhythm providing,
doth speak.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 June, 2011
Miscellaneous
BIPOLAR
Standing here
I stood my ground
floating
closer
than the distance
Further
than ‘ahead’ I saw
me
fighting for resistance
Fast
unmoving
– not alone –
with only me
I stayed
Fumbling
– screaming loud –
to hear it:
. . . silence . . .
yet I disobeyed
Cocooned in air and
muffled
by these fitful gulps
I dared not breathe I
marked out time
in vacant space
I owned – yet
not yet: not for me
Thinking hard
I cleared my mind
– illusioned, lost –
yet
memories traced
Would I
(should not) leave
I’d try
The where?
Just ‘some’
to
ANY place
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 30 October, 2007
THE MOON
As I watch
the moon slowly
vanishes
behind the clouds
to appear again
in someone else’s vision
all white and shiny
and virgin.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 May, 2002
WE ARE WE
We are we.
For the others we shall see.
We are we are they;
her;
he.
She. And she.
We are we.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | date unknown
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