Secret Treasures

Nobyembre 23, 2007

I have secret treasures
I keep them in a box that’s
Painted in gold and
Speckled with silver dust
And hides it under my bed.

One corner holds a tale of box-of-treasure.jpg
An enchanting child
Who’s cheeks are red as cherries
With eyes that sparkle like stars
And laughter that echoes through the air.

Engraved at the center
is fairy godmother’s heart-
Keeper of the the key to a magical past
Of monster-slaying and gallant heroes,
And chronicles of faraway lands.

I have secret treasures
I keep them in a gold and silver box
Guarded with enchantments of joy and love
It’s hidden safely under my bed
Alas! But only you, now holds the key.

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Of Dreams & Beautiful Nude

Setyembre 26, 2007

These are among my favorites of Pablo Neruda poetry:

Sonnet XXXIV

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano’s first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.

Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.

And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest–
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

~*~*~*~

Ode to a Beautiful Nude

With a chaste heart
With pure eyes
I celebrate your beauty
Holding the leash of blood
So that it might leap out and trace your outline
Where you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf
In aromatic loam, or in sea music

Beautiful nude
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
Your ears, small shells
Of the splendid American sea
Your breasts of level plentitude
Fulfilled by living light
Your flying eyelids of wheat
Revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes

The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
Burnished gold
Fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
Flowering fire
Open chandelier
A swelling fruit
Over the pact of sea and earth

From what materials
Agate?
Quartz?
Wheat?
Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
The cleavage of one petal
Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained
Astonished
The fine and firm feminine form

It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body
Yet suffocate itself
So much is clarity
Taking its leave of you
As if you were on fire within

The moon lives in the lining of your skin

~*~*~*~

Listen to Rufus Sewell’s reading of Ode to a Beautiful Nude

~*~*~*~

Don’t you just love Pablo Neruda? 😉


In My Dream

Agosto 29, 2007

I dreamed of you again.
Yes, you—
    your eyes, your lips, your smile;
    the feel of your hand, warm against my skin.

I dreamed of your voice
Such sweet melody—
    soft as a whisper
    hushed as the wind in May.

You gaze at me
Your eyes—
    dark as burnt umber
    soothing a wearied heart.

I dream of you
Every night, in my sleep
    as though the Heavens have conspired
    wrapped us together in a sea of stars.

Yet, still, you’re unknown to me.
It’s always you—
    as I close my eyes,
    in my dream.


i no longer cry

Agosto 24, 2007

every minute of each day, i think of you
the shadow of your smile in my memory
clear as the sky on a summer’s day.
yet, i no longer cry.

i yearn to feel your body
swim in your wonderful scent-
sweet and innocent and young.
but i no longer cry.

carefully, i listened for music that wasn’t there
you said good-bye, instead
sorrow clouding your eyes
and i wanted to cry.

loneliness has engulfed my forlorn heart
your absence is agony.
but no more than a tear fell from my eyes
for i can no longer cry.

but amidst this woe, i know
once more, we shall reunite.
and on the day of our meeting
no longer shall i cry.


May Lihim ang Gabi

Hulyo 24, 2007

Psst! Alam mo bang ang gabi’y may lihim?
Sa katahimikan ng paligid, dalawang anino ang pumuslit
Nag-uunahan ang mga hakbang, tila may tinatakasan.
Kumukubli, pasilip-silip–
Tila nangangambang sila’y madakip.

Psst! Kilala mo ba ang mga pumuslit?
Sila’y patungo sa dalampasigan
Kung saan ang magsing-irog, nagpapahayag ng pagsinta
Sa ilalim ng sinag ng buwan at piping kindat ng mga tala,
Sa banayad na alon at mabining haplos ng hangin.

Psst! Nakikita mo na ba sila?
Magkayakap, mahigpit
May pananabik sa kanilang tinig
May kislap ng luha sa mga mata
Bagaman puso’y umaapaw sa ligaya.

Psst! Kilala mo ba sila?
 –magsusumbong ka ba?
Psst!
Ssshh…
May lihim ang gabi.


Sa Pila ng FX

Hulyo 16, 2007

Sa pila ng FX, sa bandang Cubao
May aleng mahilig magpahintay
Kung umasta’y tila mataas na opisyal
Nagagalit kung siya’y nasasaway.

Ilang beses ko na rin siyang nakasabay
At muntik pa ngang kami’y mag-away
Akalain mong ako’y utusan
Na ang lugar niya raw ay huwag papilahan.

Ako’y naguluhan sa kanyang asta,
Puwede bang magreserba ng lugar sa pila?
Hindi ba’t kapag ito’y iyong iniwang basta
Nangangahulugang ito’y iyo nang ipinauubaya?

Karamihan sa mga pumipila’y ganito
Tila ang pagtitiyaga’y wala sa bokabularyo.
Aba’y mag-isip at maawa naman kayo
Sa ibang naroon at nagsasakripisyo!

©Salve Canale Posted: March 6, 2007 www.emanilapoetry.com


Memory of a First Kiss

Hunyo 27, 2007
I worked as an editor of Tagalog romance novels before. In one of the manuscripts I edited, I was so turned-off with how the writer described the kiss shared by the story's protagonists. The description was so bland, almost without feelings. Out of frustration, I wrote this piece. ;)

My feet grew wings the moment
          your lips touched mine
I closed my eyes tightly as my heart
          started beating rapidly
Incomparable,
          a first kiss is
Like being thrown into the vast universe,
          floating in Milky Way—
Stardust around you and me
          —our galaxy
Like fireworks ablaze against the dark sky
          on New Year’s eve—exhilarating!
Unforgettable,
            a first kiss is…

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