Eloida Capuno

The fledgling bush
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
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after some days of freedom
from the raging rain that falls
it is back in earnest crying
as its full might unfold
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i see her everyday on my way to work
she is there by the wide window of
an old house near the road where i used
to come and go
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it did not escape me
those sideway glances
as you stood in that corner
i pretended to ignore
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Watching the tiny
one year old playing
with her toes
I am amazed at
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She passed away today
My dog of nine years
She went quietly as she
did when I first had her on a box
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be generous with praises
i want to be appreciated
every now and then
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twisted thoughts of long ago
reverberates like an echo
haunting scenes
forbidden like the poisoned tree
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i pray not for myself
i know i have been blessed
i pray not for wealth
but for those who have less
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the thing that makes me smile
is not the thing itself
but the thoughts
i gather with it
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tonight i saw the moon
i thought i saw it smile
i lifted my teacup
it nodded in acceptance
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This is nothing to be ashamed of
Her mother used to say
This abject poverty is not
our fault
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a tiny bud is plucked from the garden
and thrust into a watered vase with the others
it struggled to find space in that little vase
competing with the other flowers
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'for thou art dust, and unto dust
thou shall return'

you and i
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each night and day
brings me closer
to the edge
the stiff cliff
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i slept soundly for the
first time in many years
and though i woke up
to a gloomy rainy morning
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there is something strange
i see in your smiles
it was not the spontaneous
parting of your lips
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the eyes are the medium
the indicium of prurient thoughts
unspoken, yet the intense gaze
channels the basal carnal needs
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maybe i have become jaded
in this world of utter
shamelessness
that one simple act
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Her lips form
the sweetest smiles
They say it melts
the deepest scars
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