R.S. Mallari

The Battle

When white mist thickens
And rivers begin to freeze
Tree leaves start to rot
Odor of dead aspirations
Begin to fill the air
Despair will start to crawl
Enveloping the weak
Warriors ascend and battle
With hopes and desire
To conquer the ominous
Cold smoke

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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20:37 delete

Hi RS .. another of Eileen's wonderful pictures - just what I needed for my blog today ..

Which has some creepy Glenn Close (Cruella de Vil) thoughts in it .. but not as cold as these words.

They certainly resonate knowing that joy will not be found ..in the cold, cold air .. We do get the cold white mist too ..

The Battle - it sounds hellish .. as I'm sure they were .. really good feeling, sensing, scenting poem .. Hilary

17:13 delete

I really like this poem. It gives me strength.


Through poetry we can inspire others, we can make someone smile and words can make others cry be it of joy or sadness.