Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

The Seafarer's Diary; Berceuse: #4 - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I sit adjacent to the sea
As the humdrum wind
Cradles me with a mother’s warmth.
At times,
I wish myself well
Like the kindred of the sea
But I break as the waves
Shatter upon the very blithe
Touch of ephemeral force.

I am mutilated
Like the blank hours
Of the night
Where the breeze is as scant
As love,
As the other seafarers
Are asleep inside themselves
Beside inamoratas,
Kindred, silken things
And precious pearls.
I blame the waves
As they rummage towards the shores!

Upon my very burning passion
To be one with the waves,
I lose them upon encumbrance:
An insidious enthralling.
A sententious death
Wrapped within the sea.

The moon’s harlequin
Laughs at me and my folly
As I dare reach one of
The waves with these
Worn out hands.


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/15/2014 3:42:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 29, 2012



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