poetry

Ode to Writing

Hello Old Love.
   It’s been a while since our last meeting.

I remember
Your Words gliding off my fingers
   as I leisurely moved them through the Air,
infused with your unmistakable prEsence.

   Sweat
Dust
   Sundown

Our first encounters
some lazy afternoons in my youth.

You captivated me
With your Beauty
     Boldness
Unpredictability
     and Candor…
My Desire for you has not waned.

Perhaps
   Now
The Wanting comes from Deeper Within
   a fixation to be encapsulated by your breath…
Spoken Word.

But for my eyes to behold every part of you has always been my weakness.
To feel my hands skim your body is my preferred obsession,
   a compulsion to be embraced by your Warmth.

And so…
   Here We Are Again,
Together in the Red Room
   Dancing to each other’s breath.

Hello Old Love,
It’s beautiful To Be With You again.

#dp

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a long overdue announcement

I’m not exactly sure why…but I had not shared in This Space (WordPress) that an anthology of poems featuring some of my work is now available in print (in e-book format too).

 

I know…this is big, right? So why had I not flooded all my Noospheric (anything that is on the internet) profiles with this little bit of news?

 

Again, I’m not sure…perhaps because of some evil + belittling voice inside my head saying its no big deal, so why bother? Or because there was another voice saying you’ve already posted it on Facebook and gotten a bunch of likes, so why bother? Or maybe because I felt like I had to be a more experienced WordPress blogger + had to grow my “following” first before saying anything (this blog is only 7 months old). O brother…talk about false humility! :S

 

The funny thing is that

Here,

in this Space,

through this blog,

is where I feel I can actually Be Me,

Pour my Heart out,

Bare my Soul,

(see About page)

 And yet…

and yet…

I had not shared the most unbelievable + beautiful + synchronistic thing that has happened to me ever since I actually start this blog! (I chanced upon the call for poetry submissions browsing through another blog.)

 

But…thanks to this prompt…I am growing some balls (excuse the language…but I Am just Being Me, Here), opening my Heart + baring a little bit more of my Soul…through this post.

 

And so…without further ado…I give you…

 

Poems from Conflicted Hearts. An Anthology.

PFCH

PFCH front cover

poems from conflicted hearts - open

 

Ripples from my Center

Grateful for today

for your touch

for your body pressing down on mine

~ deeper into the wet Earth I dive ~

The moment felt so surreal…

so I opened my eyes and saw you were truly there.

What tricks the mind plays!

or Time and Space,

about the reality one creates.

Will I have more of you in the future?

In this modern world where connections are fleeting and technology is king…

I can’t help but daydream about you!

A wave of passion ripples from my center…

the water in you stirs the water in me.

The Scent of Longing

It smells like you
Your scent hangs heavy in the air
Like my hair,
As it spirals down my face like smoke,
     after days of tending the fire.

Your wet, dampened-by-the-rain scent
Spreads
Like the thread of your presence
Weaving a web of memories
   – others remembered, others yet to be fulfilled –
       around me.

It smells like rain
I caught a whiff of the mist rising to kiss the Sun.
Like a prayer it raised me up to the Heart of the Heavens and led me to the clouds that gather in your eyes.

Your aroma is that of the Earth.
   Humble.
      Comforting.
         Penetrating.
It seeps through the soil of my fertile Heart-Mind and inspires the Truth.

I hear the Song now
Each dew drop a note in the Symphony of Life.

And so…I feel your roots within me now, Man-Tree.
The Breath of Life reminds me of your lessons and Love.

plant yourself strong

How can I forget?

– as featured in FilipinaStorytellers.com