And passing through eternity
That’s how he went one quiet afternoon.
Hardly a sound, so smooth and calm, the way he always was
A maverick until the very end.
But nothing ends,
I know nothing ends,
For him whose spirit is free,
For him who has unquenchable desire to live a life so full with adventures both real and imaginary, almost like a child,
Whose dreams were lived in the lives of those he raised, both daughters and roosters alike,
Whose one goal is not to hurt anyone but help others in his little way.
In riches, he did not have much,
But in stories lived, in battles won, in soaring intelligence, fun, laughter, wit and love,
he had a lot to share.
I see him smiling with his handsome rooster, up there somewhere, contented with the life he’s lived and the memories he’s made.
Tonight, I miss you ever so fondly, my Tata (Father).🌹
~30 Apr 2016, Rowena Isidro, pic by Daniel
The heart is a lonely hunter
It searches far and wide
trying to find beauty in a world that’s lonely,
full of hate and dark.
It is a solitary being looking for love.
It is a lonely search,
it could last for months or years,
or a lifetime.
Sometimes the heart keeps looking
until the day it dies, but never finds,
Yet the heart goes on and never tires.
It looks for meaning in the wrong places,
leading to heartache and broken dreams…
Every heart wants love in whatever shape or form
It longs to find beauty,
and peace that the world cannot fathom…
Yes, the search is intense for the quiet truth,
the elusive love, the meaning of life.
But isn’t that what life is all about?
That there is a deeper reason for all
than meets the eye
Let our hearts never tire looking
for that which is essential….
Then and only then can we find
the true meaning of life.
~ from the book The Forsaken Muse, a Woman’s Journey
I thought about doing something ‘light’ for a change. A lot of girlfriends have said most of my poems make them cry and so, here goes….hope it puts a little smile on your lips.
Poetry featured in the book of poetry called ‘The Forsaken Muse, A Woman’s Journey from Sorrow to Hope’ ~ *
You know I am no pin-up girl, vital stats quite ordinary
I fumble and am clumsy
Not the best cook in the kitchen either;
Driving is not my cup of tea ,
and street direction am hopeless in.
I laugh and smile too much
Cry at the silliest things..
Always teary-eyed, mushy, a softie
Known to dance non-stop crazy.
I wear quirky clothes that seldom match
Throw me a ball, I may not catch.
I don’t pretend am a vamp in bikini…
And oh dear, sexy high-heels are not for me.
So why me, my sweetheart?
I guess I don’t seem like the best girl around.
But I have love though,
Lots and lots of it,
and smiles that never run out for you.
I love people, love life,
I don’t pretend,
I am real, unsophisticated in fact,
But more than anything, I believe in you.
I’m your number one cheerleader, you might say,
But sweetheart, I guess you knew that anyway.
* you can order in Australia thru FB website ‘The Forsaken Muse & other writing’
or through amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, Authorhouse.com worldwide.
Muddied water purifies itself when left untouched,
Before long, it will be crystal clear.
An oscillating pendulum grows still when you leave it on its own,
Beautiful memories come at the right season.
Time heals old wounds, where scars may hardly show,
A river flows gracefully when it is slow.
And so let’s wait,
The moon continuously glows,
The sun rises at dawn,
The earth turns each day.
I am soft yet stronger than what people think,
I pray you do too,
Love has many faces.
~ Musing, in rhyme, 9 Nov 2013, updated 13 Jan 2014
You need to die a little to love,
But in dying, you gain life,
Much more than what you used to have.
So should we be afraid to love because there could be pain?
That it may not be returned?
Someone took the risk 2,000 years ago,
He believed in love,
Before He was even born, He loved us
And was prepared to die, so willingly.
He believed we are worth loving and dying for.
Love, peace and light always ♥♥♥
~ from Rowena , author of ‘The Forsaken Muse’
The sun never sets
It only takes refuge beyond the mountains
And in the time it is hidden
It rises again in the hearts of men.
***Excerpt from my book The Forsaken Muse, a Woman’s Journey from Sorrow to Hope