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I dance and flirt with the winds
Revered the grace of wild flowers.
Sniff their perfume that pervades
My piece of eden.
~
The birds serenade me with choice ballads.
Their corale are perched on the boughs of trees
That the crystalline spring waters nourish.
The leaves cup the dew
To cool the fruits,
Crunchy to bite in the morning.
~
Some days I’m bathe by honey drops from heaven.
Other times I’m soothe by sun beam.
Incessantly, the canopy shields me
From the scorching heat of midday.
~
I marvel at the gifts of every sunrise.
Am charmed by the sunset’s tranquility.
~
On quiet moonlit nights
I wish upon the brilliant cosmic dusts
To guide you to me.
As the daity’s hands rock my cradle
And the winds sing me lullabies
To blissful sleep.
~
the first part of the oyayi can stand as a poem alone
powerful images there.
lovely lullaby
Thanks, Totomai! I’m glad you’ve noticed what I’m trying to achieve in this piece ~ strong imagery.
Well, guess what? This piece is even longer. I just readjust it for posting here. It is an excerpt from my work in progress I mentioned before ~ a novel-poem. It’s complicated but I’d like to try that direction in my writing.
Thanks for dropping by and for your valuable feedback.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
jeques, totomai is right. the poem is encrusted like a crown of rich imageries. and the title itself is indigenious to our motherland’s tongue. though i like the last line, it seems like Bathala is rocking patadyong cradle under that moonlit night, such in the mighty Madyaas. well, this is a magical realism poem too,
I will borrow the title, and I have a Tagalog poem in mind. But im still collecting images and proper words to convey the emotions.