Gone are the days
When your shore at low tide
Would offer a long roll
Of smooth paper upon which
A young boy would sketch
His points and lines
And make his talent sprout;
When your sea would sweetly kiss
And caress the fine white sand;
When your talisay, dapdap,
And calumpang trees
Would dance to the chorus
Of wind and birds.
I miss those days.
I miss you now
That your sand has joined the walls
Of concrete abodes of people
Who make your sea waves sick,
Throwing up every time they smell
The litters' stench;
Now that your trees
Have closed their ears
To the monotony of trite wind
And leaving of birds.
I miss you now.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoesíaA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
