farewell tanka November 21, 2008
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scattered puzzle bits
used to being side by side;
wilted bunch of blooms
forgotten by you, by me –
how do we say our goodbyes?
the wild swans at coole November 20, 2008
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(william butler yeats)
the trees are in their autumn beauty,
the woodland paths are dry,
under the October twilight the water
mirrors a still sky;
upon the brimming water among the stones
are nine and fifty swans.
the nineteenth autumn has come upon me
since i first made my count;
i saw, before i had well finished,
all suddenly mount
and scatter wheeling in great broken rings
upon their clamorous wings.
i have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
and now my heart is sore,
all’s changed since i, hearing at twilight,
the first time on this shore,
the bell-beat of their wings above my head,
trod with a lighter tread.
unwearied still, lover by lover,
they paddle in the cold
companionable streams or climb the air;
their hearts have not grown old;
passion or conquest, wander will they will,
attend upon them still.
but now they drift on the still water,
mysterious, beautiful;
among what rushes will they build,
by what lake’s edge or pool
delight men’s eyes when i awake some day
to find they have flown away?
the wild swans at coole 2 November 19, 2008
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(my cebuano translation)
anaa sa tingdagdag nga katahum ang mga kahoy,
uga ang mga dalan sa kalasangan,
ang tubig, sa kilom-kilom sa Oktubre,
ang gapundo’ng langit ang gisaminan;
sa gaawas-awas nga tubig dapit sa mga bato
siyam ug singkwenta ka gansa ang anaa didto.
ang ika-disenuybe’ng tingdagdag miabot na usab kanako
sukad sa pagsugod ko’g ihap sa una;
nalantawan nako, bag-o pa man galing ko mahuman,
sila tanan, kalit nga milupad na
ug misabwag sa kuyaw’ng mga singsing nga nabugto
sa ibabaw sa ilang pagkasaba nga mga pako.
gitan-aw na nako sila’ng mga masilakong binuhat,
ug akong kasingkasing hapdos na karon.
nausab na man tanan, sukad kaniadtong sa kilom-kilom, ako namati
sa pinaka-unang higayon diri sa may baybayon,
ang bagting sa kampana’ng gikan sa gakapa-kapang mga pako,
gipulihan ug mas hinay nga tunob kumpara kaniadto.
wa gihapon gikapoy, hinigugma sa hinigugma,
sa kabugnaw, sila nagbugsay
uban sa sapa o musaka sa hangin;
mga kasingkasing nga wa maniguwang bisag dyutay;
pagpaningkahul o pagsakup, maglaroy-laroy kun asa nila gusto,
alagaran gihapon sila ug utro.
pero karon, galutaw sila sa gapundo’ng tubig,
matahum, kahibulungan;
asa sila magpanday
sa kilid sa unsa’ng linaw man
ang magpalipay sa mga mata sa tawo kun ako mumata
aron masayran nga milupad na sila?
a lot like love November 18, 2008
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a single broken fork,
a couple of plastic cups,
lots of crumpled paper —
and you start to realize
that they’re all just clutter…
yesterday, they’re needed;
now, they’re useless.
and you squint at the same thought
because it’s a lot like love,
where one is left behind –
broken and utterly
useless.
twilight memories November 18, 2008
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pale crimson and orange palette
painted in that endless canvas
with the final rays of the sun
sinking over the horizon;
the blades of cogon grasses turn
into dark, dancing silhouettes –
the best twilights, i left at home…
now, i see no velvet sunsets
and no dancing cogon grasses –
just a lone lightpost by the street.
daybreak November 18, 2008
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in the east, faint streaks of lights start to show;
little by little, darkness fades away.
kissed by dewdrops, tiny forget-me-nots
cover your fresh grave… daybreak without you –
the silence is drowned by crowing roosters.
yesterday’s child November 18, 2008
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staring outside this glass window
on a monotonous Monday
and looking at the corn stalks in
the distance –
basking in the warmth of the sun,
dancing with the hum of the breeze,
all makes me think of
the child i used to know –
who always loved to feel
the kiss of the sun
and who always swayed to the
rhythm of the wind…
i try to make up my reflection
on the glass panels
if only to see
traces of that child left in me.
haiku attempts November 14, 2008
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city rainshowers –
a garden of umbrellas
instead of flowers..
with the lullabye
of waves, a driftwood dances –
to nowhere, to shore..
water crystals form
by the clothesline — delicate
remnants of the storm..
