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More poems in refracted light
As a child I was taught never
To curse the rain, no matter the floods
Or the roof blown off due to howling
Wind, indeed never mind the lost
House as long as one was alive,
To live and let live, even if night’s
Softness lay in ambush, waiting
For...
Red
Everyone says that
Red is the color
Of love and passion
Which adds meaning to
lovers’ days and
inflames their hungry nights
Yet some of us forget
That red is blood
Personifying life
It moves and flows
Inside our bodies, placing
A stamp on our existence
This hue is the flag
Of pain and sorrow,
Which reminds...
Garden
to Bea Yap Martinez
Banished from a house
in havoc, a broken vase,
a curtain on fire,
I tiptoe here to hide,
a child enisled
in a labyrinth of green,
crouching behind
stem and leaf,
branch and blossom.
Heft of footsteps enter,
a stick testing the air,
seeking the source of sin.
Under the cover I...
Ang pag-iibigan
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay pag-uusap lamang
At malagkit na tititigan.
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay paghahawakan lamang ng kamay.
Akala ko ang pag-iibigan
Ay puro saya’t wala nang lumbay.
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay pagtahak sa daan
Na nabubudburan
Ng talulot ng rosál.
Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan
Ay paglalapat lamang ng mga labi
At pagyayakapan...
Dahil ba
Dahil ba ako'y bata
Ikaw ay walang awa?
Kung manlaban mahina,
Murang-mura ang diwa.
Dahil ba di mo kaya
Yaong mas matatanda,
Sa akin ibalandra
Ang 'di magawa-gawa.
Dahil nga ako'y bata,
Naiisip na tanga,
Gipit ang pag-unawa
Sa iyong halimbawa.
Dahil nga ako'y bata
Ipagkait ang saya:
Inggit ka yata, tanda,
Sa babaw ng aking ligaya.
Dahil nga...
Old letters
Did we not, as children, let the seasons
pour from our bosoms- artlessly,
as buds bringing to light. Colors
I painted words in pristine
tonality. The subject
watered by years of unwilled
partings. Of pages beginning
with Dear, and
ending with Love, always
love. At once
heavy and yet has never
felt lighter, clasped...
