I lay on the turf
One clear night.
I turned the world
Upside down
And the sky
Into a black sea.
I rode in the expanse,
Paddling, and saw
Myriad flecks of luminescence below
Twinkling one behind another, and so on . . .
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...
