Circadian Poems

A place to celebrate poetry, poets, and the creative spirit.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Return Planned

Circadian Poems will return to its regularly scheduled posts as of April 1.

Happy Spring!

Monday, March 06, 2006

To An Almost Lover

To An Almost Lover
By Wren Fallon

We met blazing
With knowledge of each other
That we could not have.
Soul knowledge that no other has.
Passion drove us together
With volcanic intensity.
Hours passed like seconds.
Our lives changed.
We were ourselves in the truest sense of the world
Our souls were naked
And we were beautiful.
There was no other reality
Outside of the two of us.
Then intellect took over
Locked the passion in a trunk
Hid the key.
We could not take the responsibility
For making each others' decisions.
We wanted to be
Adult.
Rational.

Yet passions ranged in dreams,
Night sweats and day-mares.
We flew together in our sleep.
Clasped.
Bonded.
Woke up apart
But with each other's imprints on our bodies
And in our hearts.
No one has ever possessed me as completely as you have.
Our bond transcends time, space, and lifetimes.
We met so that we could acknowledge
We are both on this plane in this time.
Our "rationality" separates us in this life.
Our need for each other
Will force our honesty
And bring us together
In the future.
We cannot deny who we are.


Wren Fallon is a poet. She has neither a website nor a blog, and that’s the way she likes it.

Friday, March 03, 2006

I'll Remember You

March 3, 2006

I'll Remember You
by Sheryl Joy P. Olaño

I remember you back when
You first crawled into my life
Four-legged tenderness out of
A bundle of fragile delight
Your eyes, mirrors of my surprise
And though yet wordless
Endless were our what's this,
What's that, then when
More, more! Our chant in life
I remember you...
In vibrant colors of pink, red,
Yellow and green
With hair of finely spun midnight,
Rose-blessed expectant lips;
Your eyes glistened with a
Play of dawn and twilight
Against skin of sun-kissed ivory
I saw only hope of what was to come
We asked the hows
Then…the heartbreak pouring
From your eyes
You asked for why
Yet still seek for more

Now, I see you
Hair gleaming silver with
Well-earned years
Lips of thin paleness sealing
Volumes of golden reality and dreams

Your eyes…now tendered with
Acceptance and goodbye
Wrench my heart; you leave
With but a sigh
And yet, beyond my mortal eyes
You're still very much alive
For you will only cease
To exist for me
Not at the last of your breath
But at the end…of mine.
I'll remember you, old friend...forever


Sheryl Joy P. Olaño is a journalism graduate and now working as a junior editor in publishing company CannonCreek Asia Incorporated, where she deals with business news writing. She is also a contributor to the Philippine newspaper Sun Star Daily Cebu, www.poetrypoem.com, www.writing.com, ezine and goarticles. She writes essays,
short stories, poetry and sometimes novels.