Would have stayed a bit longer
but i am running out of words
i had hoped my words would count
for something like the great poets,
what is happiness. then?
is it like a passing fad
a breathe, a puff, a dewdrop?
the longer i live the lesser
ano, kun siring, an kaogmahan?
ini baga sarong bagay na uso lang ngonyan
sarong hinangos, buga nin duros, ambon lang?
habang ako naggugurang, nagdidikit an sakong aram; recuerdo asin pagkakataon,
let the poet be, for he has gone the way of dreams
in that space and time where he sometimes lives
there is nothing there, or everything there
empty, full, empty, fool, empty.
lambang turo' may sadiring tanog
lambang turo' may sadiring lugar
lambang turo' may sadiring pangaran
for sure, you only promised
one thing: being there
being there when the sun shone and
come here, this is my undoing:
here in the velvet of night where all began
and where all will end;
this black moist veil embraces my being
harsh light carving dark tattoos in his arms, he looks across
the street to dead men in stone-carved statues;
posed there, as still
as the post he seeks shelter in,
gentle, my joy
like the leaf that
shudders in the cold night
gentle, my sweet
down the stairs, trotted little steps
laughter stepping gaily behind them
in my heart, i knew only
this secret thing:
each one a drop that sings a different note
each one a drop that drops a different place
each one a drop that shares a different name.
once more, indeed, i just couldn’t believe
the ticking clock would not stop nor quit
Male.50s. Married with 3 daughters, currently freelance graphics designer and copy writer. Previous involvements cover investment promotion, creative direction, animation training and production, and local government work. Painting and music are joyful pre-occupations.)
at the beginning, facing a blank page,
don’t let the editor in.
don’t let him even peek, hide all hints of your thoughts
just let the angels whisper, and listen, listen well
sometimes they are persistent, but are often quiet
shyly saying their piece and then hurrying, leave
no excuse me’s, or bye-bye’s; nor kitakits!
not even a brief text message.