Search

DoodleScribbles

Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul

Category

D’verse Poets Pub

What Visits In The Night: The Healing

Image result for girl at night bedroom window favim

What Visits In The Night: The Healing

Another night has passed
Of whispers and deep sighs
But she no longer hides
From the fears that now subside
The memories still linger
They flicker like the stars
These visits are what heal her
So the bedroom door’s ajar
MS


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Leave the porch light on hosted by Lillian. I remember writing for MTB before about the memories that visits in the night. These are memories that don’t just leave because the other person might have. What would you do? Do you let them build you a ruin? Or do you let the night be your healing?

Image Source: WeHeartIt

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

Advertisements

Good Ol’ Times

owl_and_the_pussycat__edward_lear_by_pseudooctopus-d4rpc7f
Illustration by Pseudooctopus

I used to think real-life love stories were as easy as the owl and the pussycat’s. I used to think that a song and a guitar could make it last. That a dance by the light of the moon is enough. But he is no owl, nor I was a cat. We were two grown-ups who lost our foolishness. Who stopped believing in the magic of the stars. Who stopped yearning for a pea-green boat by the shore. Who stopped walking hand in hand. Ours is the real life and theirs was a fairytale. We were no longer naive. We had too much reasons in between. It is sad but it is true.

The moon remembers
Good ol’ times of make-believe
With a woeful sigh
MS


In response to dVerse’s Monday Haibun: Fukuroo–Who? Who? Who? hosted by Victoria.

My earliest fascination of owls started in grade school when we were asked to reenact Edward Lear’s The Owl and the Pussy-Cat. Looking at it now, it seems to be a nonsense poem but, back then, it was sweet love story for the little me. ❤

Ah, how time changed love and our idea of love. 

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

We make the floorboards creak at night…

tumblr_o5j8waec2s1qh0z32o1_500

We make the floorboards creak at night…

We make the floorboards creak at night
You and I— tiptoeing, barefoot
Your whispers tickling my ears,
Hands slithering my back
The crickets chirp teasingly
As we dash to the grassy field
Ah, how can the world sleep
Without watching the moon and stars?
MS

Art illustration by Anders Røkkum


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille #43: Creak hosted by Grace.

I remember when I was a child, I used to sneak outside just to watch the night. I would climb the rooftop — careful not to make a noise but the roof always manage to betray me. There, in the open, I would lie to watch the moon and stars with my mom shouting at me to get back down.  “Five more minutes” , I used to ask.

Here’s to the lovers of the moon and stars.

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

Downpour

IMG_3334

Downpour

The sun bathed me with its warmth as I leaned on the ledge across the waterfall. There were tourists around me trying to capture a photo of this cascading beauty but I stood there— dumbfounded. For days and nights I tried to look for a sign to lead me where broken hearts go. I breathed in as if an inhale is all I need to get the courage to let go. But it wasn’t. The water plashing into a rocky pool down the cliff reminded me of how I helplessly dived right into your arms. We all fall, yes I know. But what happens when you can’t pick yourself up again?

I’m listening to the sound of downpour. I don’t know which one is worse, these tears or the waterfall?

the water glistens
listening to the silent cry
of a restless soul


In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday: Water hosted by Bjorn

Recently, I have been wandering around Cebu with an adventure-seeking new found friends. I haven’t been writing and reading enough here in blogosphere— which I miss terribly.  However, this reconnect with mother nature has awakened my inner voice. My hopeless romantic muse.

A friend took this photo of me in Mangitngit Falls. This piece is a sad one but don’t waterfalls remind us a terrible fall? 

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

One Sigh At A Time

0a8bd598637966e9dbee76d752d8eed0

One Sigh At A Time

I loosen my grip
Of your memories
One sigh at a time—

Join the crowd
To unhear the sound
Of your voice
Watch the city lights
To unsee the colors
Of your eyes

One sigh at a time
One step forward
To being free
MS


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille #40: Free hosted by De with her piece, When Towes Fall. Image source: Pinterest

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

 

What Would You Do?

Image result for spoliarium

What Would You Do? 

What would you do
When the thin line between
Right and wrong blurs?

When the outcries of the dead
Scream justice but the world
Responds with more deaths?

When humans refuse to be human
And the border that protects
now destroys, what would you do?
MS


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Border. Today, Grace asks us to write about borders— physical or imaginary boundaries.

The image is above is a a painting by Filipino artist, Juan Luna, entitled Spoliarium. Our country and the people are in great divide right now with the ongoing war on drugs. Thousands are already dead but counting still goes on. When did death becomes the answer?

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

Spilling Whiskey and Secrets

17E8B318-3CED-4110-8A0C-2051E4BABB1B

Spilling Whiskey and Secrets

Sleeping at my doorstep
Dried tears on my cheeks
Another whiskey down
Whisking memories out
Another night of tale-tells
Of drunken soliloquies
Won’t anybody listen?
Won’t anybody care?

There’s a story at the bottom of this bottle…

Let’s spill the night
With secrets—
You be the legend,
I be the pen.
MS


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Musical Muse. Today, Mish asks us to choose some lyrics, preferably one line from a favorite song and grow our own poem from it.

Just recently, I drew the image above with the lyrics from one of my favorite punk rock bands, All Time Low. The song is entitled, Dear Maria, Count Me In, which they said was inspired by a stripper named Maria. *chuckles* Here’s my take.

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

I Dream In Circles

beauty, dream, dream catcher, dreamcatcher, girl, photography, simple, sunset

I Dream In Circles

I dream in circles
Chasing the tail end
Of what once was
Of what will never be
Running after a shadow
Calling out a name
Only to wake from
The ghost of a dream
That fades like a mist
At the hint of daybreak
MS


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille #38: Dream hosted by De. Image source: Favim

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

 

 

What Visits In The Night?

alone, black and white, blanket, dark, depressed, girl, light, lonely, sad

What Visits In The Night?

She hides beneath the sheets
As if the fabric helps
To chase away the kiss
That memory has fetched
The bedroom door’s ajar
To let the nightmares out
That visits on her sleep
Within the midnight hour
MS


In response to dVerse’s MTB: Trimeter hosted by Frank with his piece, Blaming the Moon. This piece is inspired by a senryu entitled, Happening,  written by Davy  D.

Image Source: Favim

Head over here to join the fun!

dverse

 

 

 

Up ↑