A thought

Time is a state of mind,
our being is in constant motion
transcending energy
we are what we believe
we are our thoughts
the purest form of being
is found in stillness
peace
and
contemplation
our gentle nature
can only
flourish
though humility
compassion
and understanding

- Teresa Pena

Playful

A gentle bounce
Brought you to me.

It seemed to be
You walked on air.

With your brightest clear eyes
Sir vous pleit mademoiselle?
You made me care
And I rose from my seat
For before me I saw
Charm and grace
Not easily found.

You tickled my ear
"Playful", I thought
For your liveliness
Showed and spread among friends
Whom you easily made.

I laughed and danced with you
In the most innocent ways.

Yet, duty prevailed
You had foreign skies to see
But playful remained
Forever in the minds
Of all of those friends
Who loved your laughter
And fun
In the most tender of ways.

- Teresa Pena

 

Circle

You emerged,
As a Riperean stream
Wrapped in melancholia
Clutching canine claws
And the most tender hazel stares.

Sugar kisses
Sent me spinning
Into earlier years
Of jumping rope
And Easter yellow pastel dresses.

Oh, the thrill of adventure
Oh, the feel of cold granite
Against my soft fingertips
And the tempestuous
Honey-chocolate waves
That roped and drew...me.

Bikes gliding
Along circular roads
Ever preventing falls.
Books piling,
and you,
creating code.
We unravelled one
another

Work unfolds
Demands mounting
Foreign lands appeal,
We reconnect
The past.

Now, new life erupts
crowned by white roses
A life so tender
Yet stronger than
before.

Anew,
Another you,
Another me.
The challenges mount
More of life's lessons...
On belay?

- Teresa Pena