wait on wheat

ebb and flow goes
the salty, blue sea,
how many seashells has
it robbed from thee?

may they be conch filled
with your childhood dreams,
or the prayers of your
aged-mind’s streams,

may they be shell-hearts
you’ve always long to hold,
too sharp to touch,
too tough to mold,

or perhaps a silent wish
your tongue not dared say,
with dark whispers saying
“it’s far as night and day”.

but ebb and flow goes
the salty, blue sea,
the waves will form and
foam to surprise thee.

in this life, i’ve learned,
what’s meant to be yours
will always find its way back
to your waiting, wheat shores.

sit by the sand,
sip some warm tea,
remember. this waiting
will shape who you’ll be.

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For dVerse Poetics I am hosting today: Poetics: Waiting on Wheat

The Chant

My rubber shoes are soaked with rain. My hungry stomach is now in pain. I was drowned in the sea of noise made of my schoolmates’ giggles and words shared with their friends and parents as well as the sound of the car tires against the water-kissed road.

The sun’s about to be eaten by the night sky but I promised to my once present father that I won’t ever cry.

So with my head bowed down, I repeat the chant my mind’s uttering for almost four hours now: “Mommy said she will come for me. Mommy said she will…”

Word count: 100
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For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) January 31, 2017. 🙂 Congratulations for the 100th milestone, dear PJ!

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For years I’ve been
if love for me is
until now I am still
for someone who’ll define love’s

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In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 17 – Kaulayaw.

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