Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Nostalgia(For Writers Island)


“Nostalgia” oil on canvas, 30×38. By: Jesus Jeques B. Jamora, November 2007

I was born and I grew up in one of my homeland’s scattered islands, in the heart of the Philippine Archipelago. Our country is embraced by the sea; if God is the ocean, then He must have loved the Filipinos so much. We are constantly caressed by the sea waves come high tide or low tide,  the ocean enfolds us. We are generously showered by God’s salty kisses.



Rare pearls of south sea

Strewn on far off  shores

Conspicuous gems.

(From my Filipino Immigration, Haiku Series #5)

The beach is one thing I miss about home ~ my walks in the sea shores, the brine touching my skin, the sand tickling the soles of my feet, the view of the open sea’s apparent horizon nourishing my dreams. I am now here ”beyond that horizon,” which I just used to watch in my walks in the strands.

Sometimes, you will never really know and understand a thing until you stay away from it. I now undertand better what I love about my country, and what I miss about home. The sea is one of them.

My earliest memory of the sea are the mangroves. These dense thickest along the rivers and the tidal shores was my first view of the sea. We live in the inland, so before I saw the endless emerald green seas under the azure skies, my young eyes was already captured by this mystical greens that lined the coasts and the river banks. There is something in their verdancy that transport me back in time.

Mangroves are time machines of my nostalgia for simplier, uncomplicated life of childhood. It brings me back to the summer of my youth, of my first boat ride, of  fishing, of hunting, of swimming in the pristine river brine. My happy thoughts and bitter-sweet longing for my first sunburn.


Photographs from my recent home-coming to the Philippines.


The Sea, You and Me

I’ve seen how everything are connected

That somehow we are one ~ interrelated.

As I tread the sands stretching to the sea,

And my size is engulfed by its infinity,

I watch in great wonder how God links things.

And How God connected you to me~


The seawaves gently kissing the seashores.

The shore that’s bed to the infinite sands.

The sand that reaches the roads, that lead me home.

The home inside my heart where you belong.


You are safe in my heart you are home now.

Today, as you open the doors, streets you will see.


Walk the streets, it will lead you to me.

The many winding roads take you somewhere,

To the beach, maybe.

The beach where the sands are gathered

Forming the fine strands kissed by the sea.

The sea that stretches reaching me here.

The enormous sea that links you to me.


Thinking of the sea, painting the mangroves, feeding my nostalgia. When shall the salty sea-breeze of home ever kiss me again?

~ Jeques




26 responses

  1. O help this is gorgeous! And to feel some bitter-sweet longing for sunburn is really the ultimate! But i know what you mean exactly! I long for the island of Tasmania, even though I only lived there for 2 years and it was a place of heartbreak! And yet,all I know now is how the beauty of the place is so much a part of me! It will always be my soul place!

    A lovely write!

    Smiles and Light

    AM00000030000001729 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  2. it is amazing the simple things the mind conjures up as the most beautiful and or important things… this was lovely….

    AM00000030000002429 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  3. I’m an Acquarius but am living surrounded by mountains several hours from the ocean. Something is wrong here! Your prose and peotry spoke to me! I feel the same way!

    PM00000070000005529 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  4. Coming from the UK, I understand the island race mentality and its connections with the sea. Pity we can’t have the weather, here, though 🙂
    Great piece.

    PM00000070000005429 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  5. I like all the connections in this post

    PM00000090000000229 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  6. Well connected – lovely photographs and words that entice one to another place, another time.

    AM000000120000002629 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  7. Your words painted the beach and the sea very well. Those images reminds me that it’s the weekend. Great post.

    AM00000050000002029 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  8. UL

    Yes,beautifully done, Jeques, esp. understand how you feel when you say that it’s not until one leaves home, one realizes its worth.

    AM00000070000005329 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  9. Jeques, your essay, photograph and poetry captured my mind. I could feel the yearning in your post for the sea. Thanks for this wonderful post.

    seeds travelling tthrough time

    PM00000080000004629 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  10. I always love your photos. I’m amazed at the beauty. I’ve never seen a real sea…except in photos

    PM00000090000004729 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  11. Gorgeous… beautiful!! I have only superlatives to describe what I feel 🙂
    read my take I live on…

    AM00000040000003229 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  12. What a vivid glimpse into your past! I hope that you get to visit someday.

    AM00000050000001829 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  13. the photographs are beautiful!!! so is the poem…

    AM00000070000002329 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  14. i know that you have a mixed-feeling regarding your homecoming but i guess you still had smiles in your face during those times. now, you take me back to an island i dream of going again. ill be home this 1st week of march to celebrate my mom’s bday hehe.

    lovely photos by the way 🙂 hope you are doin fine.

    PM00000050000000429 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  15. Love the painting!

    Photos very good too.


    AM000000120000005329 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  16. Stunning pictures. You weave your words of longing so well, it takes me there.

    PM00000040000001829 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  17. Very evocative – I liked this a lot.

    PM00000060000002029 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  18. what wonderful memories you have….you are a child of the sea and that is where your heart will always belong.

    PM00000070000001829 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  19. Simply beautiful. The art, photos, prose, and poetry. You blew me away.

    AM000000120000000029 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  20. it is the sea where i live.. you have spoken so beautifully of home.. we can take it with us..yes… i too have always lived by the sea… thank you it is beautiful… and the mangroves painting awesome… it reminds me of the northwest tides of Western Oz.. the far far outgoing tides and the mussy mud between my toes….

    AM00000020000000629 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  21. Thanks for visiting my blog. I loved your comments but how did you happen to go into my archives and find such an old blog to comment on?

    AM00000050000004929 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  22. My wish for you today is that the ocean breeze of your homeland will brush you cheek once more.

    Thank you for the comment. I particularly appreciated the comment about my wonderful father.


    AM00000050000005929 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  23. I am not sure why that is happening but thanks for bringing it to my attention.

    AM00000050000003929 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

  24. these are some fascinating photos; really speaking of your life there

    PM00000070000002029 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  25. jeques, i like that one photo with the bead necklaces are. you have framed it excellent. this is one of a kind. this is such a happy recollections of your homecoming. wow, the sight of Boracay is just breath taking. such a pefect combination of photographs with poetry. you did it well.

    AM000000120000003330 10, 2007 at 12:00 am09

  26. Thanks Marvin,

    Boracay inspired so much poetry and artworks in me. Perhaps I inhabit that island in my past life.

    The picture with trinkets is also one of my favorites such a nice contrat. – I have another picture somewhere with a bike instead of the trinkets. I forgot where I posted it though. I think in my post: As I travel on.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM000000120000004430 10, 2007 at 12:00 am09

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