Posted in Art and About, Pure Fiction, Verses

Gerhana

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“Goddess of the Moon” – Thai artist Thammasak Aurangsakul, 2014

everyone
staring up
as a
shadow
looms over
the face
of the
moon:
the lady
dimming
her glow
with gossamer
veil
and emerging
vivid
brilliant
luminous.

yet
she looks
sad
despite the
brightness
and her
heart
is sore
within
as she
keeps
lonely watch
over mortalkind
as the
aeons
march on
and her
loneliness
seems eternal;
envy gnawing
through
an immortal
heart
doomed to
watch over
human lovers
forever.

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Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Gach AthrĂș

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“Going Somewhere, Getting Nowhere” – Singapore, 12 October 2017

remembering
how everything
changed
in an
instant,
how the
scales
fell from
my eyes
how the
hurt
of the
better part
of three
years
(and longer)
seemed
to just
dissipate
like frost
like mist
in the
warmth.

and all
i regret
are the
tears
the pining
away
for someone –
for something –
that would
cause me
nothing
but grief
but pain
but strife
in the
long run.

walking
my path
alone
for now;
heart
to myself –
though now
there is
another
(better than,
stronger than,
smarter than…)
and the
distance
of a
couple thousand
kilometres
seems like
nothing
against the
hope
of two
paths crossing
together.

everything
is different
now;
for that,
i am
glad.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Gelisah

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“Evening at Ushibori” – Hasui Kawase, 1930

yearning
at twilight
swayed
by siren’s
song
for distant
shores;
the waves
lapping
at my
feet,
salt tang
in the
air
stirring my
unease
awakening a
restlessness;
a silent
voice
telling me
to come
away
to fly
away
to sail
away.

kit bag
at the
ready
a walk
turning into
a run:
all set
for adventure
for escape –
but where
to?

take no
map,
bring no
chart:
let my
heart
do the
talking
let my
feet
do the
walking
and simply
go.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Penghiburan

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“Saint Andrew’s” – Singapore, 10 October 2017

seeking solace
in prayer
respite
from toil
and task
and tension:
white space
oasis
in this
urban wasteland.

closing
one’s eyes
shutting
one’s ears
against
the chaos
the manic
mayhem
of the
world
finding some
sense
in the
midst
of our
existence
in a
moment
of silence
a point
of communion
with a
power
with a
force
greater than
ourselves.

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Kehampaan

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Floral Detail – processional robe for an image of the Virgin Mary (Philippines, Spanish Colonial Era)

lost in
thought
as one
feels
a sense
of isolation;
keenly feeling
the distance
the empty
void.

not even
the roses
in bloom
appeal,
not even
the sweetness
of wine
rich
and rubied
tempts;
and one
feels
poor and
desolate
despite the
opulence
and grandeur.

one counts
the days
the miles
the stories
in between
and is
torn
twixt acting
on impulse
and biding
one’s time.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Contrattacco

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“Thorny Roses to the Rescue” – Walter Molino, c. 1960s

never
make the
mistake
of thinking
that i
will take
transgressions
sitting down
in silence.

that was
me / back then;
this is / me
right now:
i will
give my
anger
full voice
i will
give my
rage
form and
function.

gone
is the
girl
who wept
at the
lightest jibe,
gone
is the
girl
who listened
to the
barbed words
of others;
i rise
to strike
to fight
to break
to silence
those
who made
me
feel less
than human.

i cannot
forgive
as i
can never
forget.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Under the Same Sky

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“A Web of Lights” – Washington Sycip Park, Makati, 24 January 2018

talk to
me
about the
twilight
deepening around
us
and the
gentle darkness
that settles
over us
like a
blanket
draped upon
a sleepy
child.

and i
can speak
of the
stars
in their
courses
and how
they sparkle
and how
they shine
like tiny
beacons
guiding us
home.

and i
wish
the night
would clip
away
the distance
the space
between
two souls
and i
sigh
and wonder
about the
conversations
that result
in shared
eternities
but dare
not speak
lest you
be spooked
and fly
away.