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Miss Nerisa del Carmen Guevara at the World Poetry Day Celebration, “A Walk Through Words at the Gardens” at the Ayala Triangle Gardens.

“My Shanghai Love”

To find love

Decipher the lines on faces

Look for a face that reads:

I am here.



Find a face that shows you shelter

Eyelids like archways

Leading into small gardens.

Black door of the iris leading

To the soul.



Chimes of sunlight

Saying:

Come home

Come home.



(for Maningning)

I think she added a few lines during her performance, or she did repetitions on some lines for emphasis/to extend the poem. Either way, it was still beautiful. 

PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAM G! :)

Acid

by Nerisa del Carmen Guevara

I wish that I could feel something other than this burning in my stomach. I wanted very much to feel the emptiness of your leaving. I wanted very much to pay attention to the pain in your chest as it took you all your breath to tell me that you were leaving. My tears spilled like yours as my stomach mashed itself into my diaphragm, I wanted so much to stand to stop you but my pain made me fetal, my sadness as well but i couldn’t tell the difference at that time. I looked like I wanted you to go. But you see, this pain is embarrassing so I let you leave.

Now that you are gone, I am afraid of numbess. Because there was nothing I could have done. Nothing a seltzer would have done. Now I hide behind my stomach.

Maybe while you were speaking, my heart slipped into my stomach. Maybe that was the pain I felt all along. My stomach eating my heart.

Poetry Class (Approved!)

This was my THIRD proposal for the first line and luckily, she considered it to be also a proposal for the second line. DOUBLE WHAMMY!

Now, I know what to do. No cliches. Only reality. A more creative one. 

So during my consultation, she let me read my poem. That experience was beautiful. The experience of freedom and the experience of being yourself in front of a teacher, a mentor. I was touched. I was happy. I felt I was singing in front of her. This is a privilege. A blessing. A one hell of experience. 

She is a poetry mother. For me. Kinikilig na naman ako. 

The experience was a KICK-ASS!

On several occasions, I would hear Miss G (Nerisa del Carmen Guevara) reading this in my head–with emphasis on the first three lines. In case you have not seen/heard her perform live, hah, you are missing out on one of the most intense poetry readers of our time. Yes, our time. Hihi :)


“27”

And by the time I reach 80

I would have fallen in love with

An entire city.

All the people on the streets

Would follow me down with

A knowing.

All hate gone. All sorrow.

The word absence would not

make sense.



The dinosaurs are still underground;

All the species the eco-warriors were not able to save

Have walked without regret to wastelands they haven’t found yet;

Most of the people we love, walking or dead,

Are sometimes in the dust we sweep out on Sundays.

The trees always leave an instant mix,

Just add water

And we are still

Here

Remembering even what we try to forget.



The once loved, the once loving,

The kept, the abandoned,

Finally making sense of it all.

(This photo was taken during the World Poetry Day Celebration, “A Walk Through Words at the Gardens” at the Ayala Triangle Gardens last March 21, 2012.)

And by the time I reach 80
I would have fallen in love with
An entire city.
All the people on the streets
Would follow me down with
A knowing.
All hate gone. All sorrow.
The word absence would not
make sense.

The dinosaurs are still underground;
All the species the eco-warriors were not able to save
Have walked without regret to wastelands they haven’t found yet;
Most of the people we love, walking or dead,
Are sometimes in the dust we sweep out on Sundays.
The trees always leave an instant mix,
Just add water
And we are still
Here
Remembering even what we try to forget.

The once loved, the once loving,
The kept, the abandoned,
Finally making sense of it all.

— 

Nerisa Del Carmen Guevara, 27

this poem. :)