Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Sincerely…

"Sweet Hearts" - Muntinlupa, 18 July 2015
“Sweet Hearts” – Muntinlupa, 18 July 2015

when i

think

of unkind

words

uttered in

our youth,

of the

unflattering

things said:

of tokens

of sweetness

harder than

concrete

and capable

of

breaking

teeth;

souring tempers

yet

given with

a devotion

a loyalty

both sincere

yet naïve;

i smile –

albeit

a little

bittersweetly –

and think

of the

children

that we

were.

 

a score

hence

and i

look back

wryly;

thinking what

a fool

i was

to love

you

back then.

 

yet:

can i

still

consider what

i feel

foolishness

in this

day and

age?

 

perhaps but

perhaps not.

 

at least

the tokens

are sweeter

are softer

are more

delectable –

but remain,

nevertheless ,

truly sincere.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

In Play

"Sungka" - Muntinlupa, 24 July 2015
“Sungka” – Muntinlupa, 24 July 2015

let us

play

a game,

shall we?

 

pit our

minds

against each

other

and see

who

outsmarts

who.

 

strength

has no

bearing;

it’s all

a matter

of the

mind:

wit and

intellect and

cunning

come into

play.

 

i catch

your eye

and smirk

and –

oh mistake

upon grave

mistake –

i miscalculate

and you

smirk,

winning yet

again.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Beyond the Impressionists

La Nappe Blanche (Nature Mort aux Cerises) [The White Tablecloth (Still Life with Cherries)] - Paul Gauguin, 1886
La Nappe Blanche (Nature Mort aux Cerises) [The White Tablecloth (Still Life with Cherries)] – Paul Gauguin, 1886
remembering

long-ago

museum trips,

staring

wide-eyed

at paintings,

at pictures

once seen

in books.

 

a litany

of names

tripping

clumsily on

a child’s tongue

at first,

but the

fascination

with the

exotic

allows for

improvement

in accent,

in diction;

and soon

a child

whispers

these names

properly

with reverence:

degas

sisley

morisot

renoir

cézanne

gauguin

van gogh

pizarro

matisse.

 

and one

learns

the story –

the pathos

and pain –

behind each

and every

masterpiece;

the loneliness

the madness

the agony

the ecstasy

that propelled

brushstroke

after glorious

brushstroke.

 

and the

child

grows up

into a

woman

of passions

ruled,

to verses

given,

who uses

the lessons

of these

masters

on a

different canvas

in a

different medium

but the

passion

kindled so

long ago

burns

just as

brightly.

 

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

French Exit

"Turn the Pages Yet Again" - Muntinlupa, 28 July 2015
“Turn the Pages Yet Again” – Muntinlupa, 28 July 2015

came away

early

pleading another

commitment,

an errand

to run;

true

for a

certain

value of

true –

but the

discomfort

of an

awkwardness

between us

cast a

pall

over my

evening.

 

and i

came away

escaping

into the

pages

of books

with stories

mirroring

my own

only with

happier scenes

pleasant fancies

happy endings.

 

and i,

for once,

found no

pleasure

this night:

partly due

to the

boisterous

madding crowd,

but more

of this

silence

this shade

i cast

your way.

 

so farewell,

for now:

let mind

and heart

and body

rest a

spell

before i

dive back

into the

fray,

back to

you.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Sverkayushchiy

"Key XVII: The Star" - Emily Balivet, 2013
“Key XVII: The Star” – Emily Balivet, 2013

luminous

light of

the night,

guiding mark

of wayfaring

souls:

point me

the right

way,

throw a

bit of

light to

show me

out of

this darkness

that encloses

me.

 

pour a

little magic

onto my

route

that i

may see

the world

with eyes

open

to wonder;

let me

not

go astray,

and so

illuminated

i can

lead

others

out of

this bleakness

this blackness

of ignorance

of fear

and let

them

encounter the

light

of wisdom

of truth.

Posted in Art and About, Coming Up Quick, Verses

Amapola

"Poppies" - watercolor; Weena Alba-Contreras, May 2015
“Poppies” – watercolor; Weena Alba-Contreras, May 2015

a poppy

for remembrance:

of things

past,

a childhood

ended,

of tears

shed

and dried,

of hearts

broken

mended

hurt

healed.

 

an explosion

of riotous

scarlet

against this

gray space

i’m in;

a silent

memory

of warmer

of happier

times

when one

was not

lonely,

was not

alone

and love

was sweet –

not this

lingering

taste of

bitterness.

 

but i

kiss

these vivid

petals

and scatter

them into

the wind,

hoping

against hope

they find

their way

to you

and perhaps

you will

remember

and those

blank spots

in your

memories

will be

filled

and you

could think

of me

kindly –

if not

fondly –

on your

journey;

and all

i will

ask

is that

you

come home

safe

and sound

and whole.

 

 

Incidentally…  Weena Alba-Contreras‘s work will soon be featured in my upcoming book A Jar of Starlight. Check out her other pieces on Etsy:  https://www.etsy.com/shop/weenaswatercolors

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Stand Out

"Among the Pinks" - Manila, 2010
“Among the Pinks” – Manila, 2010

i

hide away

in plain

sight:

a rare

bloom

amidst the

commonplace

flowers

of summer.

 

i bide

my time

patiently

silently

albeit somewhat

wistfully

for the

proper

season

in which

to blossom:

unfurl my

talents

like radiant

petals

show stopping

magnificence

in full

play;

unleash my

magic

catch the

world

off guard –

let them

gawk

let them

gasp

let them

marvel!

 

for what

many

considered a

worthless

weed,

what many

saw

as ugly

as pitiful

as insignificant

rises above

the daisy

the mum

the cheap

little posies

to shine

to seduce

unwary eyes

and more

unsuspecting

fascinated

minds;

taking

it all –

you all –

by storm.

 

the rarest

blooms

are the

ones

not easily

cultivated

and even

less easily

gathered.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Uncategorized, Verses

Pack Your Bags and Go

"Bare Essentials" - Muntinlupa, January 2015
“Bare Essentials” – Muntinlupa, January 2015

rise and

shine,

up and

at it;

time to

break

another path.

 

time to

raise hell,

cast another

breakthrough.

 

faster,

higher,

brighter,

wiser,

stronger:

unbroken by

cruelty;

unshackled from

grief;

forging on,

surging ahead

into roads

not taken

distances unmeasured

destinations unknown.

 

unbowed

unbound

uncowed

free.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Prelude to a Disappearance

"Refuge" - Tagaytay, 10 March 2015
“Refuge” – Tagaytay, 10 March 2015

lips sealed

for once

as i

go

into hiding;

enforced seclusion

from all

that is

familiar

from all

that just

hurts.

 

you hide

what you

feel

and get

called

a cold

fish;

wear your

heart

on your

sleeve

and people

think

the worst

of you;

a no-win

situation

setting one

for a

fall.

 

and you

know not

where you

stand:

signals mixed,

head

messed up,

dizzy

with the

swirling

whirling

dervishes

within.

 

we live

in a

time

when nobody

says just

yes,

says just

no;

everyone has

a motive,

a modus –

ulterior

or otherwise –

and even

those

whose reasons

are pure,

are free

of taint

are accused

of harbouring

agendas

nefarious

ominous

filled with

malice.

 

if even

the most

innocent

motives are

questioned,

then i

see

no point

in carrying

on;

but i

hold my

tongue,

keep my

silence

waiting for

it to

kill me

and end

my pain.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Uncategorized, Verses

Confessions From a Domestic Goddess

"Unbaked" - Muntinlupa, 18 July 2015
“Unbaked” – Muntinlupa, 18 July 2015

a little

sweetness

to take

the edge

off a

bitter

exhausting week

when nothing

has gone

right,

when everything

is in

shambles

and i

am too

tired

to scrabble

to scramble

for the

shattered fragments

left by

the rampage.

 

i seek

solace

in the

gentle tasks

quiet things

nuances of

domestication:

working with

my senses

rather than

logic

trusting scent

and touch

and palate,

not what

the eye

can see

the ear

can hear

and i

rebuild

recover

revive

myself.

 

and a

little

of my

soul

a little

of my

love

goes into

my work

spreading sweetness

around

to all

who need

it most.