Supermoon

Tonight I will sleep with the thought
that the moon hung low,
swell enough to illuminate
the dimmed sidewalk
we were strolling through;
a busy street
of a sunday eve,
laughing as we lost track.
Strangers brush past us—
oblivious of the blossom
enveloped within
the cocoon of our entwined hands.

And for a single moment
you allowed me to drink in the moonlight—
with your eyes
sharing the same glow as I,
which was nothing I’d ever seen before;
nothing compared to what I had.

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Work of Art

Dearie,
I may be no artist
But let me draw you
With my own
Stroke of words
And color you
With the same passion
Running through my veins
Up unto my heart

In that way
I’d immortalise you
And the memories we’d never make
And keep the artwork
In my own
Secluded gallery
While you pass your years away
Living the life you always wanted
Living the life as if I’d never existed.

Red: A Poem for Miriam Defensor Santiago

Red

For the relentless pursuit of interest

Not of one’s self,

but of the compatriots you dearly loved and deeply cared about.

 

Red

As in endless spite of swords daggered

Upon those reduced to treason

Against the welfare of land

Where our heroes had given us birth.

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Red

The color of strength

A selfless dedication to service

A passion religiously taken

Through the height of your fierce,

‘Til the dusk of your breath.

 

And though finally you have taken flight

Never are the heavens far to reach—

For a glance above is all one needs

And a conspicuous fireball will then surface,

And it is you

We are looking up to.

Senator Miriam Defensor Santiago, June 15, 1945 – September 29, 2016. Maraming salamat po!

Scribbles in Sheets

​Scribbles in sheets-

Hues differ from another-

Faces of their kind

Vulnerably carved.

Scribbles in sheets-

Covered in dust, may be,

Rather dull of nostalgia

To no degree.

Scribbles in sheets-

Apart from flesh and blood-

Are what keeps us all

Human.