Fleeting Euphoria

There was a season once,
soft around the edges,
that brushed through my days
like sudden light,
unexpected, unclaimed,
yet impossible to ignore.

It moved among ordinary hours,
folded itself into quiet corners,
lingering in laughter,
in the hum between moments,
as if the world leaned closer
just to feel its warmth.

Two stops in a shared ride,
a gentle stretch of time,
brief, delicate,
yet deep enough to echo
long after it had passed.

The season carried its own spark,
turning the mundane into shimmer,
a warmth I hadn’t sought
but held in memory
as nights faded to quiet.

And then December came,
with its sharp clarity,
reminding all things
to find their proper place.
Some seasons are not meant to linger,
no matter how bright their arrival.

Still, it returns,
crossing my mind sometimes,
a faint light on familiar days,
the subtle warmth of sun
and the memory of air
that once carried its scent.

A season that arrived,
then passed,
not a chapter, not a promise
just a fleeting euphoria
that should belong to yesterday.

- JPP

Sprinkle of Pain

Nine summers ago, beneath a sky so wide,
I met a soul I’d never thought would reside
Within my heart. At first, no spark, no fire,
Just quiet warmth, a bond to admire.

You weren’t a dream spun of fantasy’s thread,
But real, alive, with truths unsaid.
Almost perfect, I dared believe,
A pedestal high, my mind deceived.

But as the days turned into years,
I saw the cracks, I tasted tears.
Your words could soothe, but also sting,
A bittersweet tune our hearts would sing.

Each moment shared, each fragile thread,
Bound us close, though pain was shed.
Yet in the ache, a beauty grew,
A love that thrived in the raw and true.

For love, I learned, is not just bliss,
Not only found in a tender kiss.
It’s patience, growth, and the wounds we tend,
The sprinkle of pain that hearts must mend.

Still, I wonder, as time moves slow,
Should we still stay or let each other go?
Are we a comfort too worn to keep,
Or roots grown strong, dug far too deep?


- JPP

16th December 2024

La Douleur Exquise

like each day, how I feel for you is unique
like the deep oceans, it chooses to be silent,
like the last evening, there’s no sunrise for it,
like rain in a stormy night, it chooses to pour

The Ocean's Ode

Kathang Isip

Day Dream

Daylight

It is just like the peeping of a brand new morning,

Sending the studs of stars to sleep while flickering

The now awakened sun scatters brightness over the lands,

Revealing what the moon hid under the dark velvet skies

Unfolding and opening shallow and deeply kept treasures

Will we embrace what light has brought to us to muse?

Or do we choose to alter and refine what we cannot bear?

I choose to look at sunlight in a different perspective,

If its heat is less, on my face I shall allow it to receive

But its beauty is more alluring than its cool-calm shadow

Alas! It will soon be a spotlight and everything will show

How can I refuse a promising dawn and the break of sunrise?

what if last night's dream is not as beautiful as reality and I realize?

Would you still welcome tomorrow's pledge, daylight and dare?


-Jackie Perfinan-