Touch has a memory

The place where silence had a voice
Where one hears the quiet by choice
Look at the keyhole and one froze
Swaying rejoice, swaying rejoice

Phantoms of the past all creeping
Menace of pain when sleeping
Time for crying or for cheering
Welter feeling, welter feeling

Rope of hope against a calm sea
Silhouettes of birds as they flee
The sun winking and full of glee
Along the quay, along the quay*

(c) ladyleemanila 2019

* Monotetra

Destiny awaited, they had no other choice
Spin the wheel hundred times for luck as they can
As the wind howls and no one can hear their voice

Are they playing it safe and dropping off their plan?
Touch and go as they have to be as strong as the bull
Spin the wheel hundred times for luck as they can

Will they see the glass as half empty or nearly glassful?
Can they hear that? The train is coming, there is hope
Touch and go as they have to be as strong as the bull

Their day to day story like it was in a soap
Shop till they drop until their necks hurt
Can they hear that? The train is coming, there is hope

They have to face the truth, to their discomfort
One day they’re up the next day they’re down
Shop till they drop until their necks hurt

Will they travel or stay in their hometown?
Destiny awaited, they had no other choice
One day they’re up the next day they’re down
As the wind howls and no one can hear their voice**

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

** Terzanelle


The touch of his hands as he plays

The cool scent of the rose

The sight of the lover always

Deep feeling like a prose

Swaying with the rhythm of man

Thinking of how it all began

Swaying with

Swaying with

All the music in a lifespan

The touch of his hands as he plays

No setback to be had

Strong waves of hope on the way

And loyalty to add

Milk and honey and all things nice

Bright red rose and white edelweiss

Milk and honey

Milk and honey

Up to some sort of paradise

The touch of his hands as he plays

No inure but with hope

The look of love to be precise

Therefore no need to mope

Count the blessing and be grateful

And for that we are both faithful

Count the blessing

Count the blessing

And we try to be so graceful***

(c) ladyleemanila 2020

***The Trijan Refrain


When I was just a little girl

I was afraid to fly or swirl

I still do but trying to change

Learning new words, trailing new path

Lessons learned even calm my wrath

Say sorry even out my range

Cold and derange late on Sunday

To date or not to date I stray

Don’t wait up for I’m always late

Perhaps there’s other thing to do

And then you’re here out of the blue

Hurt me before, don’t touch the bait

And before eight made up my mind

That to unwind never debate****

(c) ladyleemanila 2020

****A Jeffreys Sonnet 

Luck is pure and simple

Enjoy and be humble

Winning the lottery

And finding the right one

Makes my eyes watery

Luck is pure and simple

Building a nest and more

With paper and hammer

Touching the inner self

And with all the glamour

Luck is pure and simple

You could have it or not

No need to bend or shout

No need for medicines

No need to have a doubt

Luck is pure and simple

We just need faith and hope

Doesn’t matter what comes

Just accept what it is

It whispers, wiggles and hums*****

(c) ladyleemanila 2021

*****Monchielle

For: https://alwayswrite.blog/2022/11/02/wqw-42-the-mysterious-sense-of-touch/

5 Comments

  1. You have quite an array of musical instruments, my friend.

    I really like these two lines. “The place where silence had a voice
    Where one hears the quiet by choice”

    These lines lead me into a calm, tranquil place like a stream in which I’m absently feeling the icy water trickle through my fingers. Or I’m in a forest feeling the tiny specks of snowflakes falling gently on my face. Possibly I’m looking out the window at the fog while wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket. Or maybe I’m sitting in my recliner by the fireplace warmed by and focused on the crackle of the fire while voices whirl around me. Those are the places where silence has a voice for me, and I can hear the quiet by choice.

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