Painting Diaries

Art, Poetry

she wipes her cheeks,

grabs the paintbrushes,

strikes some streaks,

an empty space that gushes

colors, beautiful colors.

“Are they my tears?”

she stains her collars,

smiles,

forever wonders. 

Words

Poetry

in two faces

they come

 

the said

the unsaid

In the dead

of the night

the latter—

jailbirds

behind bars

 

words—

 

kept in

the dungeon

of silence

for a judgment

that no one

can query

 

the ink blots

in the empty sheets

as they

come alive

 

to plead

to mend

to break

to forgive

to heal

Photo: Painting by Artist Sarit Jacobsohn’s @ buy-acrylic-paintings-art.com “Breaking the Silence”

(Written in 2007)

Pour

Poetry

when heaven

overflows

countless

falling stars

reincarnate

into

the life

of magical droplets

of water

dancing,

jumping,

rejoicing

into

the rhythm 

the universe

sings

 

perhaps

it is

your language

oh, nature’s soul

to bathe 

every countenance

of life

on this abode

with billion kisses

that this temple

would be left

saturated,

purged

 

pour,

pour.

(Written at Infinitea Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio.

A poem I wrote while watching an evening downpour from the cafe’s

transparent door)

photo from: thetryingtimesofexcitingdays.blogspot.com

The Swing Monologue

Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized

sway
SWing awAY
their souls’ clandestine

play

the PLace, the dAY
like they have never been

Swing
the SWeetest thING
that she has never seen

Swing
SWear and sING
the song they only know

Fly
FLowers and skY
the high and the meadow

Blow
the BLack and the yellOW
the friend and the foe

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