Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Valentines

Mid-Air: my poem that inspired my daily photo-blog for the month of February, 2012

Mid-Air

(prologue)

The curtain of the night drops.

The howling of the wind

That echoes in the canyon

Cloaked the silence of closure.

Heaven sends its final greeting

In the form of raindrops

Kissing hope

Goodnight.

~

(act one)

Where do I start, or

Did it ever end?

Words left me, or

Was I?

Should I pick up from where I left, or

Simply move by?

Had I left the palette black, or

Was it white, or

Simply the absence of colors ~

My absence.

A temporary recluse,

A self-exile from

My drawing board,

My writing table.

The easel put away,

As I lament

A closure of the page.

A quiet epilogue

Amidst the fading light

And sound Of the rain

At twilight.

(act two)

Slowly,

The heart begins to pound.

A sign of life

Among the rabbles

Like walking dead

With no direction

Lost

(In the dark streets to nowhere)

And found.

Signs of the bread crumbs

Leading home

Are apparent

As the sun breaks

Through the ridges;

Tapering the edges of the shadow.

The sweet mist of last night’s rain

Kissed the deserted page

Where words will begin to form again

Like spring sprouts

That would bring splashes

Of colors

And rapturous sounds

To a heart coming back to life.

~

(epilogue)

Where things end,

And where they begin is undefined.

Where I stopped

And when I begin is not known to me.

Everyday I awake,

I breath.

That’s what I know.


She Raised The Bar[too high]

I came home to celebrate Valentines with her. I have been thinking lately and some thoughts are worrying me being unattached too long, single since birth and loveless in my 30’s. A question frequents my thoughts recently. I once was asked this question by an old lady and I used to I find it really funny.

“What’s wrong with you?” 

But that was 3 years ago, and it’s only lately that the question really sunk in, “Is there really something wrong with me?”

So here I am, home to find out. And the way to get the accurate answer is to go back to the real roots deeply rooted to the love of my mother and here gathered some initial findings.  I maybe single, unattached and worried but one thing is sure, I am not really loveless and never been for I am loved by my family, I am especially loved by my mother. Maybe I just really have high standards set for love, and loving. And it’s my mother who raised the bar too high, I wonder if there would ever be someone who could hurdle it.

My mother and I in the hotel for our valentines dinner date

my mother and I arriving in the hotel for our valentines date

 

my mother

my mother

 

pampering moments at the hotel saloon

 

relaxing in the hotel spa

 

my mother preparing for our valentines dinner

 

valentines buffet

 

dinner date with her

dinner date with her

 

dinner time

 

she raised the bar

 

me, 30's and single


Valentines Seen In A Different Light

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Dawn: The moon and the sleepless sea. Boracay Island, Philippines

I never had somebody to call mine,

Nobody ever called me their Valentine.

.

A Certified single since birth,

I share to no one my life’s mirths.

.

I understand, and have few compaints.

I remain not jaded, am free of taints.

.

There’s no space for bitterness in my heart,

Ardor overflows in its every part.

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 Midday: Taking Sails. Boracay Island, Philippines

 —

But no matter how strong or smart I am,

There’s no guarantee that pain wouldn’t come.

.

I welcome pain with open mind,

I wait for love for me to find.

.

I loved and was hurt, too, once.

Though ’twas an unconsumated romance.

.

We took on sail, but not moored our feelings.

So we soared and fell like birds with broken wings.

.

There are no more emblems left of our love,

But the sad poems chanted by a waif dove.

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Dusk: Waif dove. Boracay Island, Philippines 

 —

Pages turn yellow, and the mind forgets,

But the soul recalls the songs of our heartbeats.

.

And now, for a broken heart like mine,

How would I greet you, Happy Valentines?

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I’ve nothing to share, I could only comment:

Anchor your love, celebrate each moment.

.

You’ll never know how special the love you’ve done,

Til the person you’ve shared it with is gone.

~