Dear Rakma, greetings of peace
The reason i send you this
Is because i want to know
What transpired from long ago
What has become my friends lives?
Did they marry many wives?
Or my beautiful girl-friends
On early motherhood tends
The town, does not look like one
Streets that i once filled with fun
Home that has a lizards den
I was just a toddler then
How about my favored trees
Where i gather the fresh breeze
The clubhouse that made safety
when the rabid dogs chased me
Hope that they remained standing
As a trace of my molding
In this cauldron known as life
I'm casted to endure life
Once with my young spirit gay
Remember that shameful day
I expected rain, I'm nude
I ran in the neighborhood
Ive garnered punishment there
And since then, i did not dare
I'm six, what can you expect?
Play all day is my subject
We did became acquainted
At school where we were tended
By teachers who sell candies
That bored present cavities
Voices rung the gloomy school
Ponds we made our swimming pool
With my ant-baited hair strands
Fish ant-lions in the sands
I was allergic to frown
Then i wondered in the town
On holidays and weekdays
Time when there were still less gays
The bridge reminds me of rain
Butt-naked children lose their sane
They dove the river by tens
Oh i wish i had the chance
To mingle with delinquents
Was tabooed by my parents
Commit my first mortal sin
When i was curios of skin
I remembered, when i stole
To my fathers pocket hole
Every morning while he slept
To the billiard house i crept
The billiard house had a store
With my pennies, i bought four
Bubble gums my molars chew
Sun lighted the morning dew
When weeks fell on Friday night
I trod the darkness despite
Uncertainties, i cant see
To watch power rangers free
When Saturdays came, i pay
Ten pesos to have my way
On a small room with bodies
Focused, absorbed by movies
Remembered the hut behind
Our house, with girls who are kind
I enjoyed their cute ceiling
I sat in there while talking
I had come across a house
Owned by a man with no spouse
Senility hunched his back
Father respects lolo Jack
I loved our old fashioned home
Shared with faeries and a gnome
And the lizards underground
Our left-overs there they hound
Every time i turn my head
Sometimes when I'm in my bed
Listening to radio
Apparitions come and go
My plastic table and chair
Where i color hares and bears
From my bought coloring book
The shadows behind me look
Are they visitors who peak?
My prayers and peace they seek?
Are they witches on that hut
Waiting, to have my hair cut
Every time my mother wakes
In those past mornings to make
Sustenance for the day long
And at school it made me strong
It made me jump and tumble
On schools grass field with humble
Grasshoppers, skipping steadfast
They feared I'll make them my breakfast
Remembered my stolen toy
God forgive that deprived boy
I treasured my childhood tears
Now succumb on present fears
When I'm ill, my parents sent
Me to brace efficacent
Of a century-old hand
She is known throughout the land
Perpetual flowers still blooms
On my craniums thousand rooms
Lantern plants, hibiscuses
Plants with unknown genuses
My father and my mother
Our maid and baby sister
In a house i cant forget
Where parts of my roots i set
Those archaic photographs
That ambered my sobs and laughs
Ceaselessly i recollect
Times, that i can't reject
Memories my head retained
Lingering and most remained
We just cant escape the past
Like shadows who always cast
So i think, this is the end
Of my lengthy letter friend
Tully yours, farewell it goes
The complimentary close
Saturday, September 20, 2008
A Letter to Rakma
written by CANDLELIZARDEGG at 4:25 PM
Labels: emotion, experience, imagery, poem, reflections
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10 Angelic comments:
This is another poem of reminiscence.
Of my childhood..
this is a coming-of-age poem... biographical, i presume?
hehe...while reading it, it made me think of the song "constant change" by jose mari chan...
a farewell to innocence, perhaps? ^_^
Yes flipt....
hehehe, i like that song as well...
How i wish i could return to that innocence flipt... ^^
plain childhood memories... no more no less
waah..those were the days
hmmn...childhood = hakuna matata no worries
Hi,
I been reading your new poem every time i visit your blog and you write cool poems.
Echnage links naman tayo. i already added your blog link.
thank you
When I read this i felt nostalgia and guilt.. was I supposed to feel guilt?
The poem's very long, but very good. I noticed u slowed down on poetry writing; I barely write now. Especially since I just started college.
Very nice poem that covers all the coming of age stuff mistakes, and things that one experiences growing up.
Hi dragon blogger, thanks for visiting my blog, and thanks for giving out a comment to one of my poems…. ^_^
Thanks ek, you right, ive been very busy right now...
Thanks niel...
thanks flipt... hows NDC?
thanks ben ^_^
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