10/23/08

Another Buhay na Masiramon

The place in this poem is my lolo Jose's farm in Salvacion, the paradise of my childhood, while the last stanza has a connection to Betty Gonzaga and friends in San Nicolas -- Aida B. del Rosario

Evensong

Well seasoned woman in solitude
awaits the solace of twilight
wistfully chanting of rice fields
full of ripe grain, of reapers in
wide brimmed hats hurrying to get
ahead of ravenous resident birds

Red and yellow tomatoes jealous of
green guavas sweet and heavy on
bent branches, many more are in
baskets, much more than coconuts
piled high by dwarfish Dencio

Gooey pure chocolate oozing from
Grandma's hand-turned millstones
Thick cocoa drink pouring on
children's puto, making merienda
a brown muddy brew

Chaperones gossiping at weekend
socials. Girl with handkerchief or fan
signals to puppy-love, first-love or
last-love or catch the eye of big boys
with songs and a guitar - harmonizing
practicing for moonlight serenading

-- Aida B. del Rosario



1 comments:

Paulix said...

Send more of your poems please, its a beautiful record of Baao History and culture. I myself can see how our young peoples ways of enjoying themselves have changed through the years.