Of starlight, here’s what I know:
in untold millions they glow
in the night for us—and then
they’re gone. The sky’s new again.
From the ether may I shine
like starlight someday: a sign
and smile for an hour of doubt
long, long after I’ve burned out.
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Like a nameless seaborne storm,
this nameless tale took name and form:
the moments, weeks, and months that groan
under the weight of a life that isn’t their own.
Like the rush before Valentine’s
I charged in, heedless of all the signs
and found, beyond the smiles and laughter,
nothing—no tears, just silence after.
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Gunita – Tagalog, “memory” or “recollection.” Yeah, the title’s in a different language than the poem. People can do that 😀
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Fairy tales we told ourselves
from old books on dusty shelves
glow wisp-like on distant shores:
Come, let’s reach for them once more!
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The substance of things to be hoped for, the evidence of things unseen.
As a body without a spirit is dead, so is faith without deeds.
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We heard the song faintly on the King of Spain’s road:
the army and the nation, bound by multiplex of code,
marching forward, fast, followed by the unseen hallowed dead,
to the noonday sun, bright and hot and revolution red—
a shrill, discordant harmony, fraying at the seams,
’til stumbling, and faltering, and losing its steam
it died down to embers flinging their gripes
and grudges at the eagle and the stars and stripes.
I heard the song more clearly on the busy avenue,
dusty and dirty and all brand new.
A tale cut into place like an old record’s grooves:
the people, together, again on the move
to a hymn both ancient and never out of style
twinkling and flashing like Our Lady’s smile—
and the song was there, so long ago, an apparition fair,
but when I turned to look for it, it wasn’t anywhere.
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In the Philippines, the anniversary of the 1986 People Power Revolution (a.k.a. the EDSA Revolution or EDSA 1) is commemorated on 25 February. Those heady, tense days when the people, clutching rosaries, fragrant garlands, and food for the exhausted government troops, held Epifanio de los Santos Avenue (EDSA) and peacefully toppled the dictator Marcos . . . (Full description on DeviantArt)
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Aletheia Observatory 