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War poem in free verse. This poem had been inspired by the wars in the Middle East. |
Oh dune, what’s your alignment in this arduous soil? Do roaring decibels mount your tongue in the tune of a death march to squeeze unto undying armour of hope? I eat the eyes that swallow you; corrupt the minds which comfort you; to feel how much you have grown short; as stallions’ scavenged zone. Only as my heart reached harbour that you planted scimitars here under your fertile breath, that’s weaving some tapestry of arid thoughts. Must I kill the spirits that breed these lines, or feed them again with vintage spoons? Still, furnish me an oasis of aged moons or sit me amidst oriental halls and potent walls, stirred by obscure hands from afar. Let me move at dwarf’s length to peer at your window like you peer at mine; so together, we watch winged royalties in the sky; flapping away imported dust chewed on modern lips that taste of strange champaign which poisons the caverns within. Oh, dune, upon my frowning lamp did I meet your faded ornaments; but let me caress the hollows of your soul and dent my mind into you, for once, as you rouse deep in my skin, while I glare at your exotic eye piercing through my ignorance. First published in TAWAYA: Sa Ngalan ni Lope K. Santos (Anthology #9: Poems on Nature), ed. Alexander de Juan, Philippines, 2010, and seen at Best Poems Encyclopedia (http://www.best-poems.net/armineonila_m/desert_song.html). Read more of my poems at Musa: muse in briefs (http://museinbriefs.wordpress.com/). |