Another Poem

Porcelain

So pretty
So small

There is but one crease
painted over
On your otherwise
flawless face
Your eyes are open
only when you are lying
down

And when you stand
Eyes shut tight
Your perfect white hands
grip my little finger
as you take each
cautious step forward

So perfect
So pretty
and so afraid to fall

-Philip Rey Miguel

© 2000

An Oldish Poem

For no better reason than to pad my blog posts and maybe show off one my more treasured poems.

When You're Alive

I'll bring you flowers
and baubles
and trinkets

You will smile at me
With glazed eyes
And watch me go

As all others do

In your heart
You know
I will return

In another month
or week
or year

So you send me another pale wave
And a grave smile
To my already turned back

-Philip Rey Miguel

© 1999