he fusses over the already neatly arranged college books
in his office station, these crowded tombstones,
these memorials to a still fresh and unfinished past
beside, the computer screen and telephone
like harsh, postmodern twin churches
a ghost of a poem lingers in the air, haunts him,
but a long loud beep in his ears
sends the specter gliding away, into thin wisps of smoke
he adjusts his headset and says thank you
to a person at the other side of the world
the persistence of being earnest
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Sometimes I swear it is easy to just give up whenever the universe is
sending me signals that it doesn’t care about what I’m trying my best to
accomplish—m...
3 comments:
reading this poem gives me the feel of someone shuttling back and forth between two worlds--one of recent past, and one of present.
its as if the persona has trouble placing oneself anywhere in these two worlds, so he stays in the middle.. unsure of his future; seeing himself in a graveyard, his name etched in stone.
Hmmm...I don't know if a non-Filipino would enjoy the entirety of this poem, of how the headset is tied to the graveyard. Too bad for them. :)
@gentle: very well read. when i run out of the right words to ecplain how i feel, i write poems. but you hit bullseye with that.
@niel: oo nga eh. pero siguro mga bumbay oo. hehe.
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