Abandoned Post

Through life we tread unknowingly

Chasing earthly treasures relentlessly

Yet one day we shall leave our post

And it’s not riches that will matter most

– Q

This is an abandoned watch house in the neighborhood. I always admire how quaint and mysterious it looks amid the often neglected wild bushes. It’s especially quiet today as the city celebrates with the world the Day of the Dead on November 2. And thus the melodramatic simple poem. ♥

Sleep Tight, Little Syrian Boy

This cruel world saw how you lay on the shore

Face touching the sand, tiny hands wrinkled and cold

Dampened clothes, they must have been prepared with love

Now the sea breeze whispers, “Good night, sleep tight…”

You’ve reached your destination without a breath

But don’t worry darling, heaven really is where you’re meant

– Q

This is my humble ode to the Syrian boy washed ashore on a Turkish beach. We all saw it. I couldn’t look at the photo twice that I had to hide it each time it appeared on my news feed. It was just heartbreaking because it really reminds me of my own little boy. His tiny, fragile body and his serene face as if in deep slumber. Much more, it’s an image so poignant because it prods us to think about how another innocent life is taken away by war.

Image credit to the owner: Artists around the world had recreated the distressing photo, but I like this one best because it somehow gives us an assurance that the Syrian boy is in a much happier place now, one that he truly deserves.

Road to De-stressor

Drop everything, let ’em go
I need a breather, let’s hit the road
Take the wheel yet hold my hand
Turn up the music and I’ll sing with the band
Take me anywhere, I don’t care
Let’s make this our private road affair

                                                              – Q

    

Barely having enough time to do anything together anymore, road trips are always a much-appreciated breather that Mr. DM and I both enjoy. He loves driving (or has no choice but to) and I love being a passenger on long drives! Thanks to Philippine August holidays, we were able to hit the road and head on to the west side of Cebu to brave the windy weather and literally stop to smell the flowers (and some carabao poop). ♥

If I Could

Grabbed from Pinterest

If I could change the sun
I would change the way it rises each morning
But not the way your bright smile lifts me up when I’m falling

If I could change the birds in the sky
I would change their chirping during the spring
But not what your caresses and kisses bring

If I could change the pine trees in the forest
I would change the way they live even during winter
But never the way your touch warms me when I falter

If I could change the sea
I would change its angry sounds as it crashes on the shore
But not how you appease me when I start to deplore

If I could change the night
I would change its tyranny over the day
But not your mouth that rules me when you utter words no one else can say

If I could change the world and all the other planets too
I’d change everything, darling
But never you

– Quinn

* Penned in 2003, I had this poem for a be-whatever-you-want-to-be project in high school. I said I wanted to be a poet simply because I didn’t want to (and couldn’t) learn the guitar or act on stage or whatever exhibitions the other kids did. I already had a couple of pieces and I only needed to compile and submit them, so”poet” was the most convenient option then. ♥
Other poems: Some Place We’ll Be

Sa May Suba

Sa may suba, ani-a ako karon
Maugdang gapinsar sa akong sugilanon
Tungod nga aduna’y duha kalalake
Nga kanunay’ng nagpadayag sa ilang gibati

Miingon si Adolfo nga sama ako sa usa kabituon
Mahayag ug matahom, lisod kab-uton
Sumala pud ni

Some Place We’ll Be

Too soon
Too fast
Too urgent
To breathe

Too close
Too familiar
Too comfortable
To leave

Take a break
Time apart
I wanted that