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The Silent Spectator

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I remain a silent spectator, a bystander watching love from the coast. I have not yet placed that last card in the table, I have not yet gambled my heart to anyone. I’m like a boat watching the ocean wanting to sail, but choose to remain in the harbor, in the seashore silently waiting. I’m known to be always in control, I’m independent minded. I maneuver my own life, never afraid to plunge into the ocean of uncertainties but when it comes to love, I chose to stay in the harbor. Love, like anything else, is a game of chance, you gamble and you put your heart at stake. It is not really fear that’s stopping me ~ that could be when I was younger. But now, that’s not really the reason.

This is the time of my life when I already know how to choose my battles  ~ so I don’t rush anymore into something that’s not worth it. That, I think, explains why I remain an observer, still unattached and why I choose to remain a silent spectator at this point of my life. I view a quite different side of love from this angle, not too many would understand me especially in this age when people get hooked to anything “instant.” I’m not coward, or jerk or something, don’t get me wrong. No. I’m a risk taker in other fields but not with love. I place love in the highest esteem, I vow not to play with it. If I find somebody who would share to view love this way from this angle, I would be glad to gamble. It is only then that I would finally place my last card on the table, it is only then that I would gamble my heart and take on sail.

It is for this reason that I haven’t written anything “Torrid.” For how could I write something that I haven’t really done. I have two poems written which used the word “torrid,” in quite unusual manner, I think they express that unconcious yearning inside. I thought these poems are the soft whispers of my heart, the silent spectator.

~

My Story begins in the morning, before sunrise;
Stars are nowhere to be seen in the gray morning skies;
The roads are wet from the rain that bathe the humid night.
A quiet place; shadows fade, giving in to the lights.

I closed my eyes briefly, and smelled the essence of dawn:
The scents from flower buds opening to greet the sun;
Ricefields smoldering with fog of morning after rain;
And the aroma of coffee from someone’s kitchen.

I heard the crickets’ noise behind the bushes fading,
And the frogs in nearby streams praising God for the rain.
My eyes sparkled to the lights of the fleeting moments;
The roasters’ cries awakened me from my reverie.

The sun peeks through the lush trees creeping up slowly;
In awe, I watched the drama unfolding before me.
The wild wanton wind blow my cheeks with torrid kisses;
I wished it came from the lips of a love I longed to have.

The day is bright; the flowers I can now see clearly;
The verdant fields, and azure skies in their hued glory.
I saw birds taking off the skies, soared, chasing the lights;
They streached their wings wider, as they fly higher today.

I feel like the birds embarking to a pristine day;
Like the fishes swimming toward the heart of the sea.
Travelling, I, too, am ready to conquer the day;
I tread the roads, and cross the sea; I am on my way.

(From the poe , “Traveling: Chasing The Lights,” By: Jeques B. Jamora, 2005) 

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Wary of waking the isle that still sleeps,
I dress up sofly for my morning walk.
I sneak out to the hazed dawn in mild steps,
And resumed my mute traveler’s self talk.

I begin my strides keeping myself close
To the shorelines of the insomniac sea.
I savor the briny breeze through my nose,
With consent, the winds kiss me torridly.

I took off my sandals to feel the sand
That longs to touch the bare soles of my feet.
The cool rush of breakers reach where I stand ~
I commune with nature ~ our spirits meet.

My voids are replenished by the sea.
In return, I shed my life’s loads off me.

(From the series poem “A Traveler’s Soliloquy” By: Jeques B. Jamora, 2006)

 silent spectator

For writer’s Island prompts: “Torrid and Gamble

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16 responses

  1. Hi Jeques, life is an adventure and I know that you embrace being an adventure. i share your thoughts about being independent, a risk taker. we may never know until we tried right?

    take care.i always enjoy reading these poems

    AM00000060000001131 10, 2007 at 12:00 am03

  2. Both of those poems are absolutely wonderful. I love how you used torrid in them.

    ‘And the frogs in nearby streams praising God for the rain.’

    That is a great line!

    Wishing you many blessings and much peace,

    Jane

    PM00000010000004431 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  3. What beautiful images you create with words Jeques .. you ae truly an artist !

    Of all the images that your painted the tow which struck me as utterly beautiful are :
    “I feel like the birds embarking to a pristine day”
    and
    ” the insomniac sea.”

    Indeed “The Insominac Sea” !!! very beautiful .

    PM00000020000000731 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  4. You ponder torridly, though 🙂

    PM00000030000003431 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  5. Once again you’ve set the standard. Everything you’ve written here is truly inspirational

    PM00000080000001831 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  6. Absolutely captivating throughout. Loved your writing and your choice of photos. Feelings and memories that most of us can relate to, at one time or another, at least I can. Glad I stopped in.

    http://www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

    AM000000100000005131 10, 2007 at 12:00 am03

  7. wise, very wise 😀
    Have you ever considered publishing your photos in a photobook?
    I LOVE them so much! They would make an excellent coffee table book. Photos of the Phillipines….:D

    PM00000030000000231 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  8. Those are great pictures! Another post which touches the soul..

    word by word

    PM00000070000001831 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  9. …yes, it’s the photo speaks so well of your thoughts… cautious love… the soft whispers of your heart are too seen well in your words..

    AM00000020000005430 10, 2007 at 12:00 am04

  10. Hmm, I like ‘torrid kisses’ better than ‘kiss me torridly’. The first is less passive. I like the quiet power of the first poem, it has such wonderfully positive undertones!

    AM00000070000005730 10, 2007 at 12:00 am04

  11. Lovely poetry and photos. I sure understand from where you write.

    AM00000040000004930 10, 2007 at 12:00 am04

  12. Enjoyable – and understandable. I leave, a little whistful… 🙂

    AM00000070000004430 10, 2007 at 12:00 am04

  13. lovely pictures, lovely words, as always. I hope you find love, it is a wonderful experience, especially if it is for keeps.

    AM000000110000004230 10, 2007 at 12:00 am04

  14. It is better to love and lost it than to never loved at all. To give love and to be loved is the grandest experience in life. Not to experience love is like losing half of your life. Take the plunge, you may get wet but that is the fun in it.

    AM00000070000000031 10, 2007 at 12:00 am05

  15. John Ryan Recabar

    oh, love, such a difficult gamble. but the prize is worth the gamble, eventually you’ll realize.

    don’t stop searching for that person, maybe, just maybe he’s with you all along.

    good luck.

    AM00000070000001531 10, 2007 at 12:00 am08

  16. jeques, i think that this is the best prose from all your equally outstanding pieces. i like evrything about it. and my favorite line”ricefield smoldering in fog of morning after rain”. wow. i have been enchanted once again by your splendid writing. i hope you flesh out more of yourself in prose.

    the pictures, they are beautiful, one for the books. trust me.

    PM000000110000003030 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

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