Waif In Search Of Home
Chicago, my initial attempts on Photography
By: Jeques B. Jamora
You welcomed me with your cold embrace
Showered me with leaves, like confitti, from your trees.
Their dying colors doubled my sadness.
Your quick to console me with your snow flakes kisses.
I don’t see myself growing old in a place like this.
Even in your shelter I feel homeless.
snow#1, my initial attempts on photography
Filipino Immigration (Haiku series #6 & 10)
Odd drizzling showers
Frozen waters on brown skin
Drenched soul shivering.
Carry cleaving specks of home
Brown shoe-tracks on snow.
snow#2 my initial attempts on photography.