all around me, clocks on brownstones and monuments a phalanx of horses, around Rizal and Bonifacio, beyond, the mutiny of grass-flowers over walls, over graves, i sat on the damp ground, i drank from a wine-bottle, i wiped the raindrops off my brow, everything was still, the trees never broke into a rustle the reeds bowed meekly, birds pecked at pollen, that was their life there wasn't a song in my throat, a groaning of the earth, underground i was the only one, among the crowd the only one, to pick the meaning from the broken pieces
Interesting write Kabayan, you have your own unique ways of expressing yourself through uses of
words and wordplays that makes the readers think and rethink of all the possibles and the
possibilities. Your pen inks deep, worthy of mentioning both Rizal and Bonifacio. Very cool.
Thanks EG.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you, kabayan , for the wonderful comment and visit
i could visualize and hear the groans of the earth...and the understanding of the speaker...i could feel that, the only one who really understands...maybe the only one making the real effort to understand.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you, jacob, for your wonderful comment and visit - i was thinking about myself as a tourist am.. read morethank you, jacob, for your wonderful comment and visit - i was thinking about myself as a tourist among the crowd
-- you definitely have a gift for poignant as well as vivid poetic expression... -- my favourite expressions in this piece are "the mutiny of grass-flowers", "the trees never broke into a rustle" and the image in the closing lines... -- the sadness you relay is haunting but also magically transforms into a song of revival and reconstruction... -- excellent work...
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
i find your review very touching - i appreciate your visit very much - thank you for taking to time .. read morei find your review very touching - i appreciate your visit very much - thank you for taking to time to sit with me and read this poem from a distance - thank you
Steph, your writing has changed by leaps and bounds in a short time. What a powerful scene you paint in this one. When the song of life is stolen by circumstance, we must work hard to put the pieces back together...but it is possible. Very well written. Lydi**
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
i was thinking about Italy, France, Intramuros (in the Philippines), the local plaza in my small cit.. read morei was thinking about Italy, France, Intramuros (in the Philippines), the local plaza in my small city, where i grew up and thought what if i am a tourist in these places - then this poem came - thank you, lydia for the visit and review
NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..