Floating about, A fire burns and delights the eye. Teaching life's lesson: Beauty remains even in the vast ugliness of the world. ------------- I wrote this on a day when our school was flooded due to the relentless amount of rain that morning. The school had started cutting down the trees to put up a new facade which I felt was a contributory factor to the flooding. The picture is symbolic of what I want to express about the school's environmental and developmental policies. But mostly, I was just captured by how beautiful it looked to see that red leaf over that yellow water.
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shadows of the "Okay", she reluctantly said...She smiled and walked away. June 6, 1992 At the gates, she stood frightened. It's 7:30 in the morning and the bell started ringing. The shadows of the towering blocks that held it in place stretched over her. She grips Papa's hand. "Come on now. Let's get inside." She had never held Paps' hand so tightly than that day. She had never felt so excited and frightened before and this big hand made her feel assured. It wasn't easy to let that hand go. Papa felt the same way. But he'd never say it. He had to be the stern man. He saw himself in no other way. To show softness, he felt, was a sign that people can push you around. So he had to be strong for himself and for his daughter, until she is able to fight her own battles. And there she was, in her first fight... "Papa, I'm afraid. I don't want to go in." "Nonsense! There's nothing to be afraid about, you stupid girl. You go inside and do your best. I'll get you ice cream after." That was one of the many promises he made that never came true. There was no ice cream, no bicycle, no barbie... Friend, ask and be kind,
How many times in wishing Does dying come to mind? Once, in the morning; Twice, in the afternoon; Thrice, in the evening... When eyes open to seek death; when the throat quenches not for breath; When walking to be ran over. How family deceives, Gives hope and courage But knows naught the way. In crowds, I hurt Wounding stares And judgments. Yet loneliness 'Tis far a heart's Pain excruciating. Where then to go, In cold embraces Of filial ties? But my heart Feels all the lies Like leaches sucking life. My confusion, my pain Brings forth an answer That I've always prayed. Please death come I wait for you Every single day. |
Rhodaviv Villarosa AvilaThe author of this blog is currently an English and Literature College Instructor in Camarines Norte State College, Daet in the tropical paradise, the Philippine archipelago. Archives
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