- Waiting for Sunset (4)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. It took a few days before I started feeling better again. I asked my friends to look and comment. Sometimes I wonder if my large myomas have started shrinking. I will become insane without it.
But looking at the book again, it ...
- Waiting for Sunset (3)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I asked my friends to look and comment. By that time I was more focussed on writing poetry. There was a very good comment from Ferdi. But I didn’t really see them as paintings. I see them as poems.
But ...
- Waiting for Sunset (2)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. My cat Earl Gray liked to stay there with me. I felt too exhausted. But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. I am an introspective person. I prefer to sit quietly and ponder on ...
- Waiting for Sunset
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I asked my friends to look and comment. There was a very good comment from Ferdi. But I didn’t want to change the draft. I felt too exhausted.
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. It’s ...
- COLONY-AL,FEUD-AL, AMYT-AL (5)
inthe familiard
arkness //eve ninthe fullest
Ami-an holdsthe //oft hemoon
blindman inherarms //why?
shehas nopower
tores tore hissight //why?
sheholdson //tisim possible
ansighs //tocry
/* What is the time? */ Rup-isud
/* Past midnight. */ -den ly asks
/* The Colon y … */
/* We/re not going to the Colon y. */
/* I want to go. */
/* Youcant. */
Rup-i raises //helooksinto
hishead //Ami-an’s faceandsees
// — // ...
- Hunt,ing-Less,ons (4)
thepearl wait //patience
-ed inthe shade ows
he watched the hou sew //theone who al
herethe old fellow lived //way swent out inthe nite
thek nife g’listened //patience
itwent a cross theold fell //he f
-ow’s neck //ought! for dearlife
hewas old //but strong
likea wolf
thepearl wait
-ed among thesleep
-ing flow ers inthe fieldsso //haaaaaaaaaa!
-on the lit’tle girl arrived //myflower!
sheAmi-an list’ened to thepearl
she ...
- JeDaVu (3.5)
Ami-an falls claw
-wing over him //soon thererethese
shehas be come ananimal //hands be hindher
they puller a way from Bartok
and hiter onthead afew times //theanimal isgone
theang ry wo man clutcheser head and looksup
shesees threemen one
oft hems he re members //an other Inhibitor
/* Can I go now? */ sheg iggles likea luna
/* Stay away from the Colon y ...
- To the Merry Soldiers and Their Widows (3)
Ami-an&Rup-i
dress like Inhibitors //occasionally
sothey could roama //tohunt for
round the colon y //curs
to sat is
fythe bell i gerent s o u l
the sepe oplein the colon
y they wors hip the //like
Inhibitors //gods
twasnt diff
i cult for Rup-i tol //tos it wither
lure a wo man toothe //among the
fields //sleeping flowers
shednot evenmove
whehe suck -led
herb reasts
hep ulls off thec /* ...
- WATC,HER,WATC,HER (2.5)
NIGHT,FALL
his longhair was //YU-AN//
mad eofc lay andhis
palmshadthe colourof money
his gray coat //DIN-AR//
comp liment
ed his complex -ion
the blindone hadam //RUP-I//
berfor eyes
tog ether the y satby //handsin
thefire //their pock
/* When I hear burn -ets
ing I rem member ap
leasant din -er */
Rup-ispoke, Yuanlaughed
/* Let me tell you what there is in burning, Rup-i. Along the edges of the ...
- SPITANDCLANG! (2)
GOOD,MORNING
yell’ow hair //like corn’s
swayi’mming in thevening breeze
shed ‘ances //up,down,up,down,up,down,up,up
losing breath feelike //ready-to-xplode
suddenly herbell y opens //clang!
very sudden ly
no timenough to holdon
onto the en-trails -slippery wet
no timenough to stop //clang!
dancing //up,down,up,down,up,down,up
over her guts -slippery wet //clang!
/* Stupid dreams */
cold water graze
grazes herface //inthe mir
bares herteeth //ror shesees
they r white&sharp //bloodless
herton gueis long,gray,pointed //cur
hername is //..//
// AMI-AN ...
- To Beg In Wither (1)
To beg in wither
with her mind was -bot
a pit -tom
twas open andeceptive -less
and receptive and
no thing escaped it //nothing
not eve enlight //moon
especially //lite
but some
how ‘it’
went insider head
herhead, frail, pure, quiet
abyss, abbess, adream
abond, anessence
a mind-bridge //umbilicusmentis
thattracted lite
from //others //him //you
by some unfortune fate
forthis child … sweet child ….
thee greatest lite came
from the darkest ‘evil’
event’u’ally ‘it’ found
her ...
- The Queen
The queen dies before rainfall. Soldiers, droning.
The wooden house is emptied. Hollowed, ground.
The wife now aged and weary. Love, unfound.
Termites trail uphill. Workers, seeking.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Friday, June 6, 2014
- Idle
Verdant leaves of sweet potato. Lush, free.
Food in exchange for money. Silver, tin.
To buy food in verdant foil. MSG, plastic.
Idle lands crack and split. Cough, spit.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Friday, June 6, 2014
- Copra
White meat shrivelled glistened. Sweltered, pressed.
The hoard’s weight of fifty years. Per kilo, twelve.
Half to the landlord’s son. Half, to debt.
The earth soaked of his sweat. Salted, bled.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
- Habagat
Late afternoon it began. Quietly, suddenly.
Strength gathered at sea. A whirl, a wind.
The rain fell like the mist. Thirsty, were we.
The south still stirs tonight. Hurry, to me.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
June 17, 2014
- No Rain
Gentle is the breeze that strokes. Lifts, gathers.
Shadows disperse with clouds. No drizzle, no rain.
She urinates on the floor. No sense, no shame.
She wipes herself with her clothes. Shifts, listens.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
- Blanks
Paper flutters on the balcony. Waves, peeps.
Light morning breeze comes. Teases, then leaves.
Her ink blots and smears. Sighs, then heaves.
He empties her brush again. Blanks, sleeps.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
- High Noon
High in the air in heat. Dry, dusty.
Clock ticks for noon break. Tired, bored.
A fan oscillates hot with hot. Sweat, parched.
Rain clouds miles away. Slow, lazy.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Monday, June 16, 2014
- Sunset
The sun is slow and cautious. Sitting, letting.
Her head rests upon his shoulder. Shadows, ripples.
The tide comes to their feet. Clouds, dapples.
Her soul waits for love. Lightly, setting.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Sunday, June 15, 2014
- Lillies
Lillies bloom in the morning. Four, a bundle.
Their feet soaked in evening rain. Thirsty, drenched.
Their tongues the colour of her sunburnt toes. Kissed, sunned.
Stalks rise from dim to splendor. Laugh, a tumble.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Sunday, June 15, 2014
- Baybayon
Southwesterly winds at night. Sputtering, distant.
The sound of rocks splitting. Heavy, weighing.
The rains haul the sands. Surfing, breaking.
She sits in the teahouse with his love. Nervous, constant.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Sunday, June 15, 2014
- Evening Sombre
Moist of yesterday’s rainstorm. The quiet, the night.
Stars sparkle on her starkest skies. Terra, incognita.
Her tired eyes shut to shut the world. Terra, in absentia.
O! the verity of woman and lover. Of virtue, of vice.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Thursday, March 20, 2014
- Morning Rain
Light breakfast of bread. The cloud, the rain.
Damp the lingering nectar scent. Sunbirds, crows.
She hums to their melodious cry. The northerly, blows.
The lover’s wine in her deep wound. The rain, again.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Sunday, March 16, 2014
- Amihan
Orioles courting and a day’s harvest. A huff, a gust.
A snack of Malay-apples. A stirring, a star anise.
Remains in her sultry summer kitchen. An ember, a promise.
The long shadow of her lover’s call. The linger, the dusk.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Saturday, March 15, 2014
- Full Moon
White shards seep through slits of woven palm fronds. The roof, the sky.
The bounteous moon resplendent for her sun-slaked skin. The hoot, the hiss.
Diurnal life in a virtual world reserved for lovers. A breath, a breeze.
Her twin fawns blush and burn for the Herder’s kiss. She pines, she sighs.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Saturday, March 15, 2014