As the plant is taken
Away from the river
Skies continue to water it
Incessant showers and streams
No visible sign of growth
Flowers wither out of season
Sudden storm
Branches sway struggling
Crackling in the blow
Leaves flavescent suffering
Neither sun nor moonlit glow
But in the deep underworld
Roots thrive in darkness
The speed of which they grow
In the mystery of silence
Surviving mementos of an echo
How each end grasps the earth
No one will ever know
How it takes each single drop
In every rain and melted snow

Way of Life @ Spillwords Press

Hello, dear readers!

My poem Way of Life is now on Spillwords Press. It is about having no regrets with regards to the past while making the most of the present by working hard in an attitude of looking forward to a great future. This poem is a reminder for me too; it raises me up whenever I am at my lowest.

An excerpt:

remember, remember
the ruins, the shadows
the glorious past
and forget not
the beauty, the treasures
that abide
within and without

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Evelyn(poeticasymptote) – Spillwords Press
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Last Leaf

Here’s to the enduring leaf,
the last to fall,
marking the tail winds
of the fall,
the final drop
as autumn leaves
one more warm breath
before its silent collapse—
a golden kiss on the sod
—as a way to welcome
the anticipated arrival,
the severe frosty bite
from the gelid tears
of a frigid winter’s

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete

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Time and Time again…

it’s that particular time
in the morning
when the first sounds are heard
other than heartbeat

alarm bells
train horns
foot shuffles
switch clicks

    moonglow fades
last melody of the night ends
dreams bottled
clarity settles

    darkness parts
midway, a line starts
light paints a spectrum
everything comes alive
night retires

horizons ascending
tides lowering
sands start warming
cool breezes moving
clouds parting
fogs lifting

dewdrops leave the grass
lighter blades at last
cleaner greens
sun ray-showers begin

bluer skies
open eyes
senses high
spirits fly

     it’s a lot like that
I can imagine
that’s what happens when
night and day
sun and moon
heaven and earth
extend the world
with sweet goodbyes

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To Hansel And Gretel

they leave little crumbs
along the path in the woods
and if they started
in the daylight
persistence never wore off
even till it’s dark and freezing
and the depths of the night
unleash terrors, urban rumors
haunting, daunting
victims of the past

they leave little crumbs
to this day, this hour
through every starless, moonless night
wild wolves abound, birds eat
remaining morsels trailing behind
they keep counting steps, shadows
playing tricks, seeking colors
stale bread, muddled, stick around
blocking the way from time to time
the bread’s baked in heart and mind

they leave little crumbs
even after near-death encounters
sweet gingerbread lingers on lips
they remember, they still wander
slipping crushed pieces
to mark forbidden forest grounds
with a map to another
lost together, alone together
whatever it takes to stay, though away,
the twins always find their way


Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete

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