The Man In The Snow
(Photographs are from my winter, 2008 collection)
I’ve been trying to chase the tail of my thoughts of winter. It’s very elusive and by the time they start to take form in my head, the heart has given up, benumb from wintry frost. I need to take hold of my thoughts’ loose end, so I could untangle the thread jumbled, nagging me to get written.
I walk the frozen grounds of the earth, trying to find the pulse of this entangled thoughts under my chilled feet. I welcome the icy kisses dropped on my cheeks, on my shoulder, on my chest of this year’s first snowfall and opened my arms to accept its cold embrace hoping its biting affection give me some clues to the stories of this unforgiving season.
(“Man in the Snow,” a photograph from my winter, 2008 collection)
The man continue to walk the icy grounds, his feet digging deeper leaving frozen trails of footprints to a direction unknown.
The mind drifts away with the winds to the past and the uncertain future.
The heart is undaunted.
In the midst of this season’s frosty silence, the winds croon the pines with sad notes whispering threnodies to the doozing earth tucked in a blanket of snow, as my soul keeps still listening and writing the songs of winter.
Crafted From Pain
By: Jeques B. Jamora, 2007
Why did you blow the candle off
That used to light my heart?
Now the daylight is tainted
Each day is gloomy since you depart.
Why did you cut the thin thread off
That used to knot mine to your heart?
Now the love tale has ended
And we are growing apart.
Why did you turned the music off
And stopped to serenade my heart?
Now our love song has faded
Who would replace to sing your part?
Why did you ripped the pages off
That hold the treasures of my heart?
Now I am left empty handed
Creating naught but worthless art.
But don’t feel sorry I’m not jaded,
You have loved me for my resilient heart.
I would soon be taking off
And soar again to a brand new start.
I guard the ‘lil flame inside me
Springtime would melt my frozen heart.
A love tale would sprout some day
And you’ll not play a single part.
I hum a novelly and simple melody
The tunes coming inside my scarred heart.
The lyrics are forming slowly,
A love song I’m enthused to start.
I pick strewn bits of harmony
Saving each treasure in my heart.
I thrive to live for one more day,
This pain I’m crafting to priceless art.