Sense and notion meld
where sound is sight,
and stillness is moving.
It completes an oxymoron
for the day: What crack
of thunder and flash
of lightning would slice
this mid-morning...
when a writer dies
maybe the silence grows
just that bit longer
or darkness fattens
one globule more
as it turns in its
sleep, eyes closed
yet tearing
up in happiness
moist smile...
They say you slipped away
In the glorious morning sun.
Yet even the quietest leave-taking
Is beyond you who are now purest light.
All that you held
Barely contained
Burst...
*My humble tribute to Poet and National Artist for Literature Cirilo F. Bautista
nothing comes easy
nothing by way of gain
or loss, neither in this life
nor...
Poet, fictionist, essayist and National Artist for Literature Cirilo F. Bautista has passed away after a long battle with muscular dystrophy. Cirilo was 76,...