Treasure Island

Susan T. Aparejo

(Dec.09, / Gingoog City, Philippines)

Wedding


Heaven scents
colors's paradise,
white laces,
silver bells,
lovely flowers,
ribbons sway,
ribbonnets dangling,
cameras flashing,
couples dashing.

Receptions priorities decency,
newly weds lead the way,
guests stare happily,
speeches prepared so lengthy,
delicacies wait patiently,
flower girls sways uneasily,
all witness so humbly.

Weddings before was in hurry,
the concerned go in tupsy turvy
no time uttering for sorry
at close the fury is to bury.

Submitted: Sunday, June 21, 2009
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  • Rommel Mark Marchan (6/29/2009 12:28:00 AM)

    this poem of yours reminds me back how precious my wedding moments dated april 9,2008
    for better or for worse (Report) Reply

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