Bonsaic Verses (for Milagros)


the sound of dew
dropping from a blade
of grass

and the poetry of sunflow’rs
blushing away at noon

raging storm–
so are my thoughts
for you

September moon–
hanging by the wind chime
gray locks of hair

your love could’ve endured
the onslaught of time
more than the grandeur
of this marble tomb

morning rain–
your kisses an aubade
on my lips

August rush–
the music of your kisses
on my skin

you are wordlessly distant
O hunter’s moon!

it is not just in the mind
i hear your heartbeat

your voice
your laughter
my new lullaby

you are my aubade
my sonnet and sijo

August rain–
i long for your embrace
autumn moon

Li Bai–
to die a poetic death
embracing the moon

your voice–
the missing rhythm
in my aubade

miles away–
one last song
erei close my eyes

this innerness–
the infinite space
between us

morning news―
nothing but a tempest
in a teapot

the fault in my star–
it booted itself out of
a constellation

exile me in
an hermitage of poetry
and fiction

i’d be a monarch
there in a harem of
naked words


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  1. Excellent poetry from one of the best, if not the best poets, of the Philippines. Rare combinations of words, rare images from a wordsmith. Congratulations, Apo Santiago.