On the steep cliff at the edge of the coast,

Lies a vine that bears a rare white flower ~

Hanging in wait like a forlorn soul, lost.

The sirens of the calm ocean whisper;

Echoing with the mountains’ dirge like ghost.

These plangent cries pervade the dawn’s zephyr:

 

Let go of your clinging grip; it is time.

Your fate beacons from the unknown distance.

Hear the ringing of your destiny’s chime,

Answer the summons of this tenuous chance!

 

"prologue" oil on canvas 48x48 by Jeques B. Jamora, 2009

(The art piece is a prologue to Jeques’s next painting collection with the working title: “A Traveler’s Soliloquies”  Poetry is the prologue of the poetry series: “A Traveler’s Soliloquy” by Jeques B. Jamora, 2006) 

 

The flower’s ineffable faith in life

Propels its heart to will to face its fears;

To transcend many generations’ strife,

And to fulfill the tales oft told by seers.

 

So, in the young hours of the morning,

Along the threnody crooned by the wind

The flower cut its thin fiber clinging.

To seize its future, this passage’s end ~

 

 

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