6 AM. Micro-Poetry by Chriselda Barretto

Creation

Pray my hands keep on doing

All that was meant for me to do

Moving constantly in dire need to heed my cues.

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With every breath I take

A new creation, spontaneous in the make.

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See them now my ultimate works

Be it in a poem, a trinket, an artistic sketch

All with my undivided attention, these my talented perks!


A micropoem by ©Chriselda Barretto


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6 AM Poetry

Blind

You say you love me
But do you even know what that means?
To be loyal, to any uncertain degree!



You say you cannot be without me
Yet time and again I fail to see
Because your actions speak differently!



We know that love knows no age
And passion was amidst, another turn of our page
Will time truly tell and show?
If you were meant to be mine
Should I then let you follow?


A poem by ©Chriselda Barretto

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Tick-Tock

Pay you no heed to me
Drift on by, resting on your fee
Hear those echoes of words already told
In a repeated past somewhere,
A ticking future of the superstitious old!



Yet cometh a time unsurpassed
Better hold on for tis will ravage
Dig in deep, will into wisdom
Reach for those buried crevices
Yearning for that key, them say… Solomon?



Memories of sayings, devoutly repeated
Tears of gold, begging to forget it not
A lingering on as the waves unfold,
Rushing towards the ones untreated
Listen on now, bright and clear
Hanging on those putrid scraps of fear!


A poem by ©Chriselda Barretto

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6 AM. Micro-Poetry by Chriselda Barretto

Spontaneous

Think you know me
Stand back… Stand back
For it’s something even new for me to see
Precious spontaneity hidden in my every seam
Discovering more, bit by bit, a delicious rolling spree
Enjoy it then, as much as you can
Whilst I get brighter, doing just my thing, I lend and foresee!


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How deep is deep?

Wells of knowledge in your eyes

Deeply surrendering, melting that ice

Inhibitions torn apart, no need to ire

Smartness slaps through on a vengeful echo

Graceful and divine like a cloud on fire

See it blossoming now, for the extravagant show!


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SLEEPLESS

Tossing and turning

Twisting and intertwining

Yet so thoroughly interesting

These sleepless nights you are giving


Am I dreaming or is it real

This feeling surmounting surreal


Stay here I could

Wishing for an eternal good

Encompassing my every mood

Living how I really should!


A poem by ©Chriselda Barretto


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MY GUILTY PLEASURES

Guilty little pleasures on high

Sweet divinities raised on a blissful ride

Melting magic dripping off a special pride

Sigils of love bringing on joyful, longing cries!


Say my name and I will yours

Absence of inhibitions, all but tender cures

Let us leave behind those sickly fires

Breathing on life and its mighty, brilliant drives!


A poem by ©Chriselda Barretto


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Poetry by Chriselda Barretto

STARS

She sensed him

Though across the room


Her eyes fled open

Searching for his magnetic pull

Lost in this surreal attraction


He felt her unknown gaze

The deepest smoky black eyes

Staring at him from afar

Searching…anticipating the find


Explosions of hidden bliss

This unfelt fear, erratic and forlorn

The long awaited meeting of two souls!


Higher up in the heavens

A new star being born and risen!


A poem by Chriselda Barretto

From her book Dreams & Dew


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6 am Poetry

Forgiveness

Drops of water sliding down my hand

Lines of age running down my palm

Mingling thoughts of joy and pain

Where did they go to,

all my years, those since I was born?


Tears welling up into my eyes

The pain I caused, the hurt I initiated

Was it retaliation, ego or just my pride?


Did I seek forgiveness, or did it not matter?

For I was the king of my very own parlour!


Here we are then, at the road’s end

Shouting out loud, but nobody hears

For I am too weak to even speak!


One last sigh then, one last try…

If it’s all the strength I have in me

Hear me whisper out like a lashing sea

“Please, please forgive me…”


A poem by Chriselda Barretto

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Lockdown Blues

It used to be called the summer blues

Now though, it’s those lockdown blues

Caught up in these four walls

Memories captivated in just a few scrolls!


Love, passion, pain and boredom

Mingled emotions running high in random

Discoveries made with every secret revealed

Eyes opened, outside all being closed!


You were my lockdown love

Passing our time with every line

Chats on free, images to a pixelated fine

Churning thoughts to a crescendo, all mine!


Oh! Bring back those days and those bright nights

To turn on these dulled out,

“back to normal” lights!


A poem by Chriselda Barretto

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