Tuesday, May 18
May 18 Tues.
"F-for....me...?" -me
I got this freeverse poem written by a guy. He had worked on it for quite some time, and gave it to his daughter - who, like me (and the rest of you readers) was affixated on the concept of negativity and death.
His words were full of love for his children, and concern for the present generation. Goes to show what we DON'T realize about our parents...
It speaks on behalf of your parents.
*Basahin nyo, siguradong matatablan kayo. Hwag kayong mag-speed reading, intindihin nyo. Kahit ulit-ulitin nyo pa yung mga stanza. Ipakita nyo sa mga magulang nyo kung gusto nyo.
*SHELTERED, SHIELDED*
Today's seed --
sheltered, shielded
from a sun indifferent
to their unfolding
Well-meaning, we took on
the pain, soaked up the heat
so our own seed would not wither
Under the same cruel sun
We ourselves had endured.
Today's seed --
pampered, fully coiffed
brazen, unashamed as
we had not been in our time
chock-full of vitamins,
reeking of allowance, PC-savvy!
You would have thought
their vision was of lands and lives
beyond those we had ever known
or ever hoped to live
And yet despite the steely, shiny hair
the braced and polished rows of teeth
beneath signature jeans and crafted beads
simmers fear that knows no relief,
despair that heeds no comfort, souls
that never yet reached the sanctuary hewn
by someone else's unconditional love for them
worse --it is love not realized nor acknowledged
more vicious in complexity than unrequited love
And thus, our progeny have been cast adrift
on an ocean of indifference --tiny, shiny baubles,
lost at sea, grasping ocean spray as if they were
lifelines. Huddled with friends who are equally
clueless as to direction, but not intensity
What can we say when, confronted by life's adversities,
they put on the garment of apathy against injustice,
Denial when faced with crises, Escape in the guise of
being "cool"?
Death, you are the great chameleon!
You have convinced them of great untruths!
They think that in you there is respite from strife,
Oblivion from a hideous past, Comfort from cruel
classmates.
When all you ever were, or ever hoped to accomplish
was simply to be a lie --with limpid, caressing arms
While standing on the portals of a darkening abyss
When all you ever sheltered, shielded
were the portals of your darkening abyss.
...
Read it again, if you must.
Grabe, natablan ako dun, nung binasa ko. Mas grabe pa nung nalaman ko kung sino yung nagsulat.
...
him: "O, basahin mo." *hands me the copy of the poem*
me: "Uh...okay." *reads it* *puts the copy aside*
him: "Tapos mo na?"
me: *nods* "Ang galing..."
him: "Para sayo yan."
me: *eyes widen* "F-for...me...?!" *grabs copy and reads it again*
...
Author: Maximo V. Estrada...
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My dad.
...
R&R please. *wink*