Out of the Body
into poetry
……………..naked air wears me
…………………………….pleasure when I know
…….I’m energy
I can be
……………..lightning stunned in pottery crack me
…….snap breaking bone
……………..splinter what I see
……………………speaks me thunders
………………………………….the dome splits me
I’m spoken language
……………..when fire claws and lifts my ribcage
…….weight to the sun there are doors
……………..midway I touch
……………………hear vocables the bird
…….the bamboo wings
I am at last
……………..through and through the blue
…….when not leaving my shadow
……………………when not spent
………………………………….but slow, slow, slow
beasts of scorched lands, listen
my songs, echo from trees
plants know I’m light,
no matter the blaze
dawn the eastward turn
from where
…….I return
……………..beyond
……………………the tide
…………………………….after
……………………the storm
……………………a salamander
…………………………….slinks up
……………………sensuous
…………………………….with my
………………………………….form
Two Views of Nature
The photographer sinks into depression
after taking the award-winning photo
of a mother deer sacrificing herself.
She’s caught smiling, watching her babies
flee to safety as cheetahs tear her.
*
My mother would feed me to lions.
I’d be the one smiling, but no one
would take the picture.
© Jonel Abellanosa
Jonel Abellanosa lives in Cebu City, the Philippines. He writes poetry, fiction and the occasional nonfiction. He is a nature lover, and loves all animals particularly dogs.
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