January 2023: People and places

my collection of freestyle poems for January 2023

Transient

Nothing’s permanent.

Every emotion’s fleeting.

Change has been a friend

to solitude,

to time,

to me.

If we get caught up,

we will lose our chance to rest.

The ordinary won’t explore the same thoroughfare

so be acquainted with that usual tune,

repeat the rhymes from your lyrics of choice

capture the place where you show up

where you watch the run of the mill panorama

not excluding the overcast

Boundary maker

You don’t hand down every backstory

even it is true.

You keep some to yourself

to protect peace.

Like how we still allot time for ourselves,

We guard our gap

between people

which we call boundaries.

It becomes the most priced

in every give and take situation.

Our interlude

Don’t forget you’re human too.

Those are what I have been meaning to tell.

In the middle of the mundane,

We suppress some reactions.

Like spaces between words,

There is distance between folks.

Every hustle has an interval.

In the middle of transient remoteness,

you found relief.

Never rush a phase.

Never lose a beam.

Those are what I have been yearning to express.

Candlelit

sitting down by myself

during the latter part of the day

stepping out for a breather

in order to buoy up

words had no intentions to hurt

phrases which were recklessly let loose

The bruised one is a village

hemmed in by mountains

by Hope.

Because of that,

I continue to light up.

Limit

Privacy has been that recent occurrence.

still the most overlooked

Once we stepped on that border,

it will smoothly slip out of our hands.

So, be careful.

Every relationship is not a place,

not a phase

to consider.

Most stories are not tales.

So, reconsider.

People and phases

The two are unlike.

The first sits comfortably with pain

like a potted plant longing to grow

while the latter is escaping

from the sounds of thunder.

Sometimes, they are two individuals

yet the two can also be one person

with various versions.

never tell me what I only want

even though scars are not far

Carousel

Your arrival

was the end of the frost.

Now, we can visit the fair

to sit on the carousel.

spinning round and round

You thought it was repetitive

but it truly wasn’t.

I should’ve beamed that day.

thinking that every day is the same

That is probably our most common mistake.