Monday, August 25, 2014

Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena- 3 Poems


is the color of the urn, and the rain  
kills herself in each drop of her tears 
in this sepia landscape of minarets
and spires where life is a cocoon 
of regrets. As we wait to become 
somebody else, the absurdities 
of the world multiply a hundred 
times in the yawn of the drunkard
every time he spits curses. That is 
how life works my friend. Our tragic, 
yet heroic failure to keep everything 
from disintegrating into ashes 
of irrelevance, for we are left 
with nothing but only our caffeinated 
kisses in a dull sunset, tattooed 
across the earth. While the phantom 
of your father forever lingers 
in the corners of your home, 
all you can ever do is smile 
and be still. So listen to the sighs 
of the river, for our gangrene wounds 
continue their endless parade in the church.

After the Storm

Find the torso of your father beneath 
the rubble. Hidden in the labyrinth 
of wreckage are the hopes of the dead, 
buried three days ago. The weeping 
multitude reminds us of their sunsets 
and rainbows lost, forever. Now 
grief is magnified like the image 
of a decomposing limb, protruding 
out in the open, as if to say, 
We are merely pebbles of flesh
to be offered to the earth— 

My friend, do you see 
a flock of gulls gliding above 
the indigo waters of the Pacific?



Every night, there are rainbows
and funerals that heighten the magnitude
of grief in the aftertaste of loss.
And the harbor will always be empty
in our island of tears: a still life of rust 
that gnaws at the bituminous heart


As the gulls glide through the nimbus
clouds, the silence of the mangroves
is haunting, such beauty of rapture
and sadness; the sight of the sea
beneath the moon, the rolling waves—


But nothing will remain here,
here only the ashes of the echo
of our song, buried,
in the wreckage
of the future.  

—Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena
Some of his works have already been published in Red River Review,
Philippines Free Press, Philippines Graphic magazine, Eastlit, 
Dagmay, and Kabisdak

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