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.

Ordinary Universe

​Her mind is
Nothing but a wonderful blessing
Always yearning
Always growing

And here I am
But a blunt feather
Blown away by her endless wind
I float along the hush of her whisper
Enchanted
Of how grand of an angel she is
Eternally too big
And too much
To fit in
Our ordinary universe.

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!

Secrets

Doesn’t matter

How we try and hide

A piece of our puzzle.

One way or another

Upon the casting light

Its shadow will reveal

What remains in the riddle

We refused to hear.