Bibliophile

I built my castle on a land not too far away but hidden from the world

I’m no princess or queen, I’m no royalty

Just a bibliophile on an epic journey.

And if you must seek me

The clue is in the library

Between the pages of the books is where I will be

©Maria Michaela

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I love reading books. I have a number that I haven’t read yet. I’ve taken the opportunity of this lockdown to start reading some. The goal I set for myself is to read at least one book every week. So far, so good. How about you guys?

The Quiet One

They know me as the quiet one

And automatically they label me as serious

They don’t even become curious

To try and know me.

They say I’m the quiet one

And automatically they say I’m boring

They don’t care about knowing

What I might have to say.

Quiet ones don’t do much, they say

Quiet ones don’t have fun in any way

But we quite ones know better

©Maria Michaela

Bookmark

I have this favourite bookmark I’ve had for fifteen years now

Given to me by a really good friend

A plastic cover to try and preserve it somehow

So it won’t be ruined, wouldn’t easily bend

Always found between the pages of the book I’m currently reading

The bookmark is the book’s company

I sip my coffee, from time to time stopping

Knowing I could find my way back without agony

It’s a mark that doesn’t really leave a mark

The simple yet useful, bookmark

©Maria Michaela

The Witch

She wasn’t meant to fall in love

As she was known to be evil

She was meant to fly the skies above

And be chased with pitchforks, which was so medieval

She wasn’t destined to live happily ever after
She was destined to be defeated
She doesn’t deserve any laughter
And was always thought of as conceited

She wasn’t meant to look pretty
And people feared her
No one ever took pity
She was living in a blur

They all believed what they believed
And thought they were right
Not one thought they’ve been deceived
Because she was the witch, to be slain by a knight

©Maria Michaela

Morning Rain

Gently falling on the window pane

It came, the morning rain.

As fast as it came

It went away the same

Simply stopping by

And just as easily, said goodbye.

©Maria Michaela

Sadness

Too often do we seek sadness

We seek it in poetry

In songs

In stories

And yet, we crave for happiness

©Maria Michaela

Fireflies and Dragonflies

Where have they gone?

What have we done?

It’s been years since I’ve seen one

Dragons that roamed so freely before

The meadows and fields they used to explore

They’re now nearly gone, extinct, no more

Fireflies that lit up the night

So many they were, they shined bright

Nowadays, not one is insight

Fireflies and dragonflies seem like myths now

But I do hope they re-emerge, somehow

To see again the dragon’s wings and the fireflies’ light

That would be such a delight

©Maria Michaela

Flight

This is related to the yesterday’s post. I got inspired by the chirping birds that greet me every morning and was planning to write something about their song. I was also thinking how cool it would be, to be able to fly away with them and not be afraid of this pandemic. So I came up with this rhyme.

Take me with you, let me fly

Let my playground be the sky

Let me soar over hills and seas

Play with the butterflies and the bees

Let me have wings like that of yours

To reach the safety of the shores

And on the fields and gardens green

Is where we will rest for the air is clean

©Maria Michaela

The Birds of the Morning

I hear the chirping of the birds as I wake up

They’re the sounds of the morning.

Pleasing to the ears and a good way to start the day.

I love hearing them sing.

©Maria Michaela

The Old World

I don’t miss waking up early to get to work

But I miss going to work and seeing workmates who are now like family.

I don’t miss the traffic and the time spent confined in a jeepney for many hours just to get home

But I miss being able to go out anywhere at almost any time.

I don’t miss the over crowded places

But I miss the crowd of friends and families getting together.

I definitely don’t miss the pollution and would prefer going out to inhale a fresher air.

That was the old world,

Just some months ago.

©Maria Michaela