Justine Camacho Tajonera

Rookie (Jan.23,1975 / Cebu City)

Justine Camacho Tajonera Poems

1. I Have Met Rome 2/10/2005
2. Waiting 10/28/2005
3. What Ditas Left 3/3/2006
4. Badger And The Jazz Musicians 9/9/2009
5. This Space 9/9/2009
6. Two Hours Early 9/9/2009
7. Gift 9/9/2009
8. Sifting Sand As Meditation 9/9/2009
9. Standing In Line 9/9/2009
10. Saying Grace At Palaisdaan 9/9/2009
11. Looking Forward To Wine 9/9/2009
12. Walking Sparta 9/10/2009
13. First Words 9/10/2009
14. It's Her Birthday Again 9/10/2009
15. Celebrating Raksha Bandhan 9/10/2009
16. The House That Jesus And Florliza Built 9/10/2009
17. Homecoming 9/10/2009
18. Mother's Day 9/10/2009
19. At Katibawasan 10/8/2004
20. Picking Up A White Feather At Valbonne 2/10/2005
21. Morning Sun 9/10/2009
22. Hidden Light 9/9/2009
23. Joining The Diaspora 2/1/2006
24. October 28 9/24/2004
25. Kay Gat Andres Bonifacio Mula Sa Isang Hudas 3/8/2005
26. The Leaf 9/9/2009
27. Afternoon Naps 9/9/2009
28. Last Day 9/9/2009
29. Floating On Batis Aramin 9/9/2009
30. Seven Years Later, Driving Home 9/24/2004
31. At The Rue De La Bucherie 2/10/2005
32. Higher Things 8/26/2007
33. A Filipino Writer Of English Poems To A Filipino Writer Of Spanish Poems 10/8/2004

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Best Poem of Justine Camacho Tajonera

A Filipino Writer Of English Poems To A Filipino Writer Of Spanish Poems

I think of the whiteness of snow
on a postcard from an immigrant aunt.
How sweet, how pure
and unreal like props
in a high-school play.
The closest I have seen of it is
crushed ice on halo-halo.
Why do I end up speaking
of white things?
I feel blond -
bleached and painted over.
But this is how I speak:
misted over with a foreign flavor
but in essence a native blend
of brown and yellow.
I think of how you must have
shivered in the European snow,
words warm in your heart.
I wonder if you dreamt
in Spanish.
Perhaps we dreamt ...

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I Have Met Rome

I have met Rome both as beggar
on the street
and king on the throne,
as old man fumbling with words
and young, fearless man
with golden hair and
jubilant voice.

I have met myself in Rome

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