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.
where trees grow to provide
For birds, butterflies and the rare dragonfly
Praying glitter that fireflies will shine
No matter how fleetingly, when the night is dark
Families wake me up
twitter and chatter
Right the wrap around windows in my room
The birds of the air, and the lilies of the
field, spin not, weave not, sew not
King Solomon’s railments could not compare with their
Humble any architect
Should I let my imagination fly?
Or “just Google it”
How many kids of the present
Has seen a bird’s
nest with a baby in it?
MARCH 21, 2017
BLACK OUT POETRY
One of the most romantic place I visited was Dapitan in Zamboanga del Norte, aside from its historical significance. That is where our National Hero, Jose Rizal was exiled before he was killed in Bagumbayan by the Spanish army.
It is a simple, provincial place but the place has a lot of character in it. I was able to visit it as part of my work. It would take you about two and a half hours if you rode the Fast Cat but if you rode the other RORO vessel, it would take you about four hours at the minimum.
I rode the Fast Cat ferry from Dumaguete to Dapitan port, I stayed in Dipolog City in one of the hotels there.
Talisay, Dapitan is the actual place where Rizal bought a property while in exile. Inside that property is the original house, clinic, school and other structures preserved by the National Historical Commission. Also, the Museo ni Rizal is situated in this property. You will learn the many hats played by the National Hero while in Dapitan. Practicing as an ophthalmologist, he met her de facto wife Josephine Bracken, an Irish woman.
The property of Rizal is at the beach front of Dapitan Bay. It is described by Rizal as where the mountain meets the sky. No wonder that Rizal fell in love with the place and wrote many poems and other writings in this part of the South.
At the Dapitan plaza, one can see the map designed by Rizal. Also in front of it is the Church of Dapitan wherein Rizal would usually attend mass.
We also visited the Embarcadero or the Landing Site, the area where Rizal landed upon his exile in Dapitan. Such a romantic location and picturesque is an understatement.
I love Dapitan!
In celebration of International Women’s Day
Imagine a Woman
Imagine a woman who looks at the mirror
naked, and looks straight to her eyes and says
to herself, She is beautiful. Imagine that woman
so in love with herself that nobody could dump
nor put her down. She loves her curves, her full breasts
like the mountains of Madyaas, her rounded belly
her chocnut brown skin. Her stretch marks, Ah! those are
carvings of her giving birth. Her curly hair following only
the whims of the wind. Imagine that woman. The reflection
at the mirror looking at you
Is your Emancipated Self.
Somewhere there is one mother mourning for her only child
And no one would understand her
Her pillows soaked in tears in the night and the morning after
Her life crumbles like a molten fault
And there is a family who cannot understand her
Because they are also in grief.
And somewhere in time
There is a rainbow that greeted her
There is a love all around her in different colors and rays
That love can never be lost but
Is expressed in different forms
The earth in her slowly formed another
Tectonic formation new to her
It is of a topsy turvy kind
Like dust devils turning her upside down
Now the formation takes its own fold
Like the stars in the night
Holding her not apart
But in a different constellation.