Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Walking With A Lion At Dawn - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

He was bursting
With a very mad nonchalance -
A trance
A forfeited melee.
He spoke to me,
In the eloquence of a sole commander
Of the forests.

Prying with a roar,
With one paw
He gazed at the automobiles
Parked somewhere,
Sleeping underneath
The gentle mirth of the moon -
We were intoxicated with
Nothing but existentialism.

Forsaken thoughts express
With dispositions under duress.
I sat with a lion
At dawn
In front of a glass house
And he roared,
And I tried to
But I was inadequate.

The skies were painted ebony
And the flowing waters
Of the moon cascaded
Down his golden mane
Of a stark veracity.

The lights ricocheted
From one reflection after
And the lion spoke
In a carefully calculated whimper.

He said.
I was silenced
Like the rocks beneath our feet.

He said again,
And somehow,
Just like how dusk
Metamorphs and flickers in to dawn,
A part of the lion
Was passed on to me.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 17, 2011

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