And here I am
And here I am
Poverty touched my hands today
He smiled and gripped my arms
Asking for just one meal
Will I give out of generosity
Or will I give out of guilt
Why do they have no options, while I have mine.
Poverty touched my hands today
And it cracks the aqua colored fiber of my oblivion.
Halo – Halo literally mix- mix is composed of shaven ice and sweetened fruits and beans. If special, it has an ice cream. Halo-halo is also a metaphor of the culture of the Filipino. The more, the merrier. I wrote a poetry in honor of this favorite concoction. I think, halo-halo is the epitome of the Filipino’s penchant for sweets and cold food, a hit during summer days.
Ang Pagkain ng Halo-Halo
Ang pagkain ng espesyal na halo-halo ay katulad ng pag-ibig
Kainin muna ang nasa taas
Ice cream, leche flan o minatamis na langka
Huwag hayaang matunaw ang ice cream.
Baka malusaw ang pag-ibig at di mo manamnam
Haluin ang yelo at ang ibang sangkap
Tikman ang asukal kung tama na
Hindi sobra, hindi kulang
Upang di matunaw ang yelo na may gatas,
Pag nahanap mo na ang pag-ibig, huwag nang pakawalan
Ang mundo niyo ay makulay gaya ng mga sangkap
Walang iniwan, walang dapat itapon
Pagkat lahat ay bumubuo sa inyong kuwento.
You are like salt with sourness
This sourness I devour
In your arms,
In your breasts
In your shoulders as wide as the sea.
And as we dive into the deep recesses of the
We found the most beautiful pearl among the creatures
Of the forest at the bottom of the sea,
With unclasped hands
Our arms stretched to the sky.
Was it serendipity when we met
Were friendship carved in stones
Those epistles speaks of fondness
While you were in a different shore
Two continents facing each other
like two crescent moon.
The unforgetable exchanges
of memoirs in foreign land
Where you go deep
in the physical jungle
And me in the corporate jungle
Is it also a matter of choice
And of voice to
speak our truths and
speak what our hearts content
In the stillness of silence
Our hearts are yearning
Our eyes speaks deep love’s longing
But how did you allow free fall also
to rule what should have been
Was it also a matter of choice?
I cannot resist
The lick of your tongue on my bare shoulders
As you touched the mouth of my goblet
I have to forget you,
To stop being captured
By your gaze
like ice dripping
Your body graphed against my skin
In an ebb and flow cycle
I fear being vulnerable
Two souls grappled for
This book should be on my reading list
We are asymptotes in this love equation
Our eyes speak the depths of the ocean
Almost there, but never touches
Like the sea touching the silver grey sky
Your gaze overpowers me
Causing shifting stares
You are a haunted waiting to be devoured
In front of me
But I am here
Frozen like ice
Last April 19, 2017, I gave a workshop intended for high schoolers and senior high schoolers. The group Footprints was behind this lofty endeavor. The topic I chose was Feminism in Literature. I do not even consider myself a Literature person, my background being Economics and Psychology. I am surprised I was included in the panelist together with some renowned Aklanon poets and writer.
Since the first invitation ever is coming from a literary circle from my hometown in Numancia, Aklan, I grabbed that opportunity to share on feminist literature.
So I had few fellows but the topic was well received. I was a bit anxious how they would accept my topic on gender and literature and its intersection. I was happy that it gained positive feedbacks. Some attendees were already college graduates.
It was a three day workshop which started April 17, 2017. Topics include among others, Short Story Writing, Flash Fiction, Binaeaybay in Aklanon and Micro Tales.
Truly, it was a humbling experience to be able to contribute to youth empowerment thru literature and to develop and inspire their writings. I also impressed by the youth in our province, they are very receptive to new ideas and can organize such an ambitious endeavors at their age.
I also thank this blog, that thru this channel some were able to read my poems although I do not even consider myself a poet for that matter. Writing for me is just a creative expressions and my words written in the pages of this blog would resonate to others somehow.
This inspires me to give more energies to my writing.
The Scent of You
The musk scent I smell in your body,
In your hanky and the clothes you wear lingers in my memories
I bathed it upon me to see and feel the nearness of you
And we are lovers
Across oceans and where our mind and hearts could flow
Connecting that olfactory sensation, the warmth of your body
In the wideness of your shoulders and the thoughts of it
Just the thoughts of it,
Makes me linger to your sweet caress.
The kiss of a thousand songs of forever.