He is a painter, a painter of words,
Mixing his paints on the palette of thought,
Bushing his ken on the canvas of time,
With vibrant colors of meter and rhyme.
In his work an image of life is brought.
His idea extends to the other worlds.
When we look closely at his masterpiece,
An able mind is entailed to fathom
The depth of the imagery he formed.
His letters and symbols make us informed;
But he requires us to use our wisdom,
For they are not made to tell but to please.
But the metaphor does not satisfy
The sameness between him and the painter,
For the latter shows still pictures of life.
The poet resurrects past love and strife,
Makes an image a painter can't infer,
And augurs what things in the future lie.
On a culture ground this poet stands,
His ingenuity is torn by neglect
And some insensible priorities.
However, he knows these complexities.
He will continue to write and affect
Until everyone around understands.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoetryA 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...
