Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Rejuvenation - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I hear a squawk from the distance,
And the early predators
Lurching endlessly with their footsteps
Billowing in the clouds that bellow.

I traipse across the premises
Of an old, grotesque establishment
And everything reeked of
Forgotten love.

Oblivion
Flourishes with such
Enigmatic peccadilloes.

And such nostalgic foibles -
I take into consideration
Remembering how a woman
Lays her bags in a public vehicle,
Or how I rivet her safely
Before taking long drives through
The city.
How she sang in a cacophony of the seraphs
With a gruff voice
And brusquely saccharine stares.

Take for instance
How she sleeps
In a peculiar way:
Eyes open diminutively
As if wandering in a
Moribund dream -
Lips slightly parted
As if yearning for a
Kiss not from me,
But from the Sun -
And take into account
How I memorize all of this
Because in these moments:
Nighttime,
Daytime,
Twilight,
Any given day,
The love still engulfs
My promontories.

Say, how she laughs
At simple idiocies
And how she complains
About my idiosyncrasies.
The sedentary moon
Flirted with the remnants
That they all came to life.

They all came to life -
The remembrances
That I have long been feigning
To commit to resignation,

They came to life
And they have the poised air
Of invulnerable gods.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011



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