Birthdays and Poetry

So long 17. Tsk. 18 is just a number. I didn't feel anything unusual. I wished I could have morphed into a winged creature, be it a mananaggal or a fairy. So I could say that turning 18 is worth it. Hehe.

But anyway, it's not everyday you turn 18. And you don't usually cry everytime you celebrate your birthday. Whew. So for those who gave out their greetings on, before or after the first day of June, a huge, huge thank you to you all. :) I mean it. If gratitude can be coins, you'll have the largest piggy bank in the world. Haha!

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As I've said on my previous post, I'll be posting some of my pseudo-poems. Hehe. I've had three so far, Strolling on your house on a Sunday Afternoon [which I wrote for Aya], SESSEDOGEHT [for Deyah] and Sunset. I "wrote" Sunset for weeks. I spent three days in Kusiong on May 26-28. Late Beach fever. I went swimming just before sunset and yeah, seems like one frustrated poet's soul sank unto my body. The concept was made. You know what they say, sunset makes people poetic. Har har. I wrote a few lines that night. Then the other lines just came by after a few days. Lots and lots of "revisions". Oh I wish none of my mentors could read this. So much for my attempts on poetry.

Sunset



It was when the
sun married the sea,
and the sky bled.
Its blood turned the
waves auburn as they
raced with one anoher
ashore.

The shore where he stood
and smiled at me
Then he waded into
the shallow waters,
giggling,
everytime the waves hit him.

He waved at me.
I waved back.
Looking at his smirking
face, his frail limbs,
the water, and the long shore.
I gazed at the sand,
and the shells, and I listened to the
lapping of the waves
Crooning me to sleep.
But then I woke up,
when his shriek pierced the air.

His scream reverbrated
to the sky.
The sky of deep crimson.
Crimson, mirrored by the waves.
The waves that rolled to the shore.
The shore, where the sea trysts with
the sand and the pebbles.
The pebbles where
I sat,
sat motionless with shock.

My body froze as he
struggled with the waves.
The waves lashing
his thin body.
His thin body disappearing
in the velvet waters.
The velevet waters that
beds the sun.

The sun that married
the sea.

*silence* Err.. That's it. Thanks to my little cousin who was playing by the shore at that time, the idea swam into my otherwise-frozen braincells. I was picturing him playing with the waves. Laughing, giggling, shouting. Then getting drowned! Haha! I kid. I just love that pest. Even though he continually makes my temper flare up with his dorkiness.

Next time, I'll write something about his missing front tooth.