Ms. Rhodora P. Maganito, is an award-winning poet. She was one of the Top Ten Winners/Top Ten Finalists competing for the honor of Poet of the Year at the 2000 International Society of Poets Convention held in Washington, DC. She has received other awards and citations for her prolific poetry work. She was elected member of the United Poets Laureate International Board of Directors in the 24th World Congress of Poets held in Sonoma County, California.
Bold and loud in color
Not too pretty, non-smelling,
Unobtrusive yet carefree and wild!
My beloved California poppies
Delicate, dainty but vibrant and alive - the merry golds of the Golden State,
our golden treasures.
Luscious, red strawberries
of summer
Clustered in a bright, yellow bowl
A feast for the eyes, pleasure
for the lips
Delightful, refreshingly sweet.
Cool drink in a glass filled
with ice,
Mixed with a dash of liquor, topped with a red cherry
Surprisingly intoxicating yet invigorating
Carefree laughter shared
with delight.
Blue chair in a blue room
over lunch
Serendipities abound! Unexpected joy
Heightening the
senses -
dear gifts of summer;
Blessed awakenings ...
filled with happiness.
Floating in the space of timelessness,
I suddenly found myself caught up in a vortex,
swirling in its powerful force when you grabbed me firmly by the hands.
I asked who you are and you spoke your name,
There was a Stillness …
You gave me a kiss so gentle and tender that I woke up from my dream
with the touch of your lips still lingering,
And I was never the same…
The natural woman in me
was awakened from its slumber.
Woman needs a man to nurture and cherish her with his love
Man needs a woman to see the reflection of his soul.
What then is the problem of communicating these needs to one another?
Full moon rising
against the darkness
of the chilly night
Beckoning to stop
and to ponder a while
the silent beauty of the night.
Awakening the longing
to respond at the depths of
One's heart - the call to become
all that I can be in the warmth
of the embracing light.
Where is the Sun at this darkness?
Hauntingly absent, yet mystically present.
Oh, dear heart, trust and believe.
Gaze softly at the blessed full moon -
radiating its heavenly glow not on its own,
but from the life- giving Sun
hidden though it is from sight.
