The Rose

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…~mtg

by Marites Avisado-Responte

How many admiring eyes set upon you
And caught their breath to desire you
How many lips touched your fragile petals
And wonder how sturdy they were to hold
The freshness of the morning dew and swayed gently
in the harshness of wild windy tides
Your bloom spoke volumes of tunes in harmony
and complementary hues, unrivaled
Your sight was fashioned to give an undeniably pure pleasure
In the most calm and satisfying respite
Surviving gracefully to the ravaging rage of the change of season
Easing up the uncertainty of wilted pride in summer
Dormant yet strong to repose silently in winter
Yielding its simplicity in a most content way
Vulnerability secured under the proud pricking thorns
So fierce,so quick, so strong yet delicate
Faded she may look at times but her fragrance stayed
with endurance to my delight…

Oh! my rose, your grace
an inspiration
Your beauty,
an awe
Your purity,
a respect
Your thorn,
a shield
You are a creation, when mortals
mutter words of praise…


10452362_10203859382100554_5781705630971545966_nMarites Avisado-Responte is the main contributor and  editor of the Fiction and Poetry section of The Inflection Point. Marites or “Ites” can be reached  at tessmarie2004@gmail.com.

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point...~mtg

by Marites Avisado-Responte

We love
bare ourselves to it
weakness against weakness, we fall
Free fall, no thought of what’s next
Just the exhilaration of being in the
middle of space, no repercussions, no
safety rules, no rope to grasp in case
of surging wind current, no ready parachute
in case we are lost.
It is a one man’s effort, we fight through
the strength we never thought we have
We learn to swim beyond our labor can take
Arms and limbs flailing the water, we don’t mind
As long as we float that matters
anyway.
So..
We gulp our own frustrations
We swallow our own tears
We go through the night without stars
We cry as if to burst the only heart we have
And shake our mind to reason out.
Then…
We force a smile to feel good
We pat our own shoulder to feel better
We dry our tears by the back of our hand
to feel great
We stare in the rolling clouds to clear our heads
We compose words to benefit us
Because we don’t want to remember the hurt
We just want to love all over again…


10452362_10203859382100554_5781705630971545966_nMarites Avisado-Responte is the main contributor and  editor of the Fiction and Poetry section of The Inflection Point. Marites or “Ites” can be reached  at tessmarie2004@gmail.com.

Do we need to love and be hurt?