Since it was International Mangrove Day last Tuesday, July 26, I wrote a poem in honor of this guardian of the ecosystem. They need to be propagated and preserved as it is a vanishing species.
Protecting, shading, enveloping
You always fascinated me,
A guardian of sanctuary to behold.
You add beauty and warmth to
This otherwise boring place.
You shed mankind from flood and disaster
You are their fortress against the storm
Keep us all safe and unharmed
By the wings of your branches
And your roots that holds the earth.
Note: Bakhawan is mangrove in Akeanon dialect.
The Napkin Poem
You enter the ring of my being
Without any hint or so.
You were there when I am so uncomfortable of
You set the mood to an otherwise boring
An encounter of two people.
You wipe my tears to death
You were always a taken for granted reality
Now no more.
Come on, enter the ring of my being
And stay there as long as you wish.
I wrote this poem as part of my grief therapy. I share this to all who has lost their loved ones or those who are experiencing loss.
Crossing a River
I want to imagine you
crossing a river
that is smooth and calm.
That alone could make me
At this bitter reality.
And someday, my time of crossing
that river will come.
It was a bumpy ride at acceptance
of loss, and of parting
at the most unexpected time
When we are about just starting our
new life together.
The memories is all that I gather
and see vividly with my imagination.
Hold these memories in the palm of my hand
And throw it at the river
where you will flow smoothly
And you were there
Crossing in peace
For my sanity to keep.
I have been fascinated with Collage Poetry lately. Here is one example of what I have come up.
Mother Nature Approved
Set your sights beyond apples and sweet potatoes
Mustard greens, persimmons, beets
Summer of smooth runnings.
The moon is partially hidden
By spots of dark clouds
The heaven wept washing
the grime of the earth
At the end of summer.
While the ground is thirsting for the rain,
The air braces for cold air
And warmth pitting against each other.
The farmer’s prayer was heard
Or that deep ritual uttered once a year.