Another poem in progress...
Caboloan
pliant bamboos here
once stood like stalwart soldiers
green with dreams of birds
bees and beasts of burden
they are buddhas
reclining on the banks of Agno
proud of their bamboo songs
and grass poems
and like the red-breasted warriors of Urduja
they too went into the dusk
of their extinction
forgotten
no dawn
no history
not even a memory of their genesis
in the crysongs of cicadas
Here's also a poem by my bard-brother, Jose Jason L. Chancoco, published in the Lathalaang Ginto of Silangan Shimbun.
Caboloan
pliant bamboos here
once stood like stalwart soldiers
green with dreams of birds
bees and beasts of burden
they are buddhas
reclining on the banks of Agno
proud of their bamboo songs
and grass poems
and like the red-breasted warriors of Urduja
they too went into the dusk
of their extinction
forgotten
no dawn
no history
not even a memory of their genesis
in the crysongs of cicadas
Here's also a poem by my bard-brother, Jose Jason L. Chancoco, published in the Lathalaang Ginto of Silangan Shimbun.
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