Sapphirism

Oh, such a sweet misery Out on a day so dreary The earth is snug in its cap of snow And cold, biting winds do blow The white above, white below Silence raging wherever they go But white with you is different I foresee we’ll see a happy end And though everything looks the same I feel warm from your cheeks of flame The red flush after my: “Hey, I like you And I wonder if you like me too” Your eyes downcast, toward the snow And I wonder where I’ll go, if not with you ‘Cause my predictions start to fog up It’s torture waiting for you to fess up too Your speech is sure compelling but Your silence can punctuate my empty skies You draw out the longest sigh And my teeth suddenly chatter A glance at the snowflakes scattered In your long dark-brown mane It is my biggest bane now! I know the sorry before I hear It; pouring through my ear I regret coming here… Oh, everything looks the same. You are cold from my cheeks of flame The red flush a

The stars in your eyes Were dimmed by being near The canvas of my black, black sky So you were a shooting star Falling far, far away from where you are And I wished upon you Wondering what earthly haven you’d go to What arms of mud would wrap you up In places you only bared to me What leaves would hold the shattered pieces That I once cherished in you, as you cried But you walk out, steps heavy and cold Mouth set, eyes defiant and bold I think I’ve died, for ya I wish upon you, my darling shooting star I hope I’m not broken by the breaking of my heart As I see you depart. And I wish upon you, that those muddy arms Which wrap around you now Can keep you warmer Than a stupid night-breeze  Can ever hope to do.

As your prosaic lips utter worthless words, My sleepy eyes start to shutter… Who knew a classroom was so inviting To realise my dreams, eyes closed. I peer at that angel, third bench by the window And wonder how she’s still spry, Attentive to your monotonous monologue As if she’s immune to sleep’s seduction. Oh joy, I must be dreaming! For head adorned in a halo of sunlight, She turns around and smiles at me Those sweet lips, oh, what a wild dream! And I curse my eyelids for falling shut then, At a moment that should be cherished for eternity.    

My fingers pressing key by key, Creating a “click-click” melody, But it is one that comforts the ear. And after it’s gone, I long to hear My fingers pressing key by key. Photo by  Startup Stock Photos  from  Pexels

When the COVID-19 bound the boy to his home His only solace was his laptop and his phone. The stats were his oxygen, the news was his tea, Online classes, then videogames—no time was free. Whenever he could, he'd lick all plates clean, Until all the tasty food was nowhere to be seen. Cookies, chips, wafers, muffins, pastries, and cakes He ate and ate and ate the most liberal intakes. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all his snack times, He became fatter than Humpty Dumpty of the rhymes. What once was called "tummy" was now a basket of flab Skin dangling from arms, weak body, he became a fatty slab. Then one day he woke up, made up his mind to work out, He did push-ups, squats, and lunges, and ate healthy sprouts. Healthy food, daily exercise and 8 hours of sleep, He now boasts good memory and more knowledge to keep. He’s now thankful that he broke his cycle of being lethargic, Because he has realized that fitness beats pandemic. Photo by  cottonbro  from  Pe