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 Dec 2016 Dawn
Mike Essig
on poetry*

A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.
 Dec 2016 Dawn
Lunar
Of the Sea
 Dec 2016 Dawn
Lunar
A legend tells
Of a mermaid's kiss
That is able
To remove memories

But as for mine
I only wish
For you to be able
To remember me
Wjh--
Through clear or murky waters
of your drowning memories,
As long as i keep swimming in them,
You won't ever forget me.

Poem inspired by the k-drama Legend of The Blue Sea! It has the mermaid, man, moon, sea concept, and it's my favorite drama, how obvious can it be...
 Nov 2016 Dawn
President Snow
Malamig nanaman ang gabi
Ipipikit ko na ang mga mata ko
Para siguro hindi ko maramdaman
Na wala ka sa aking tabi
Para siguro hindi ko maisip
Na siya ngayon ang nasa bisig mo

11:11 na pala
Ipipikit ko muli ang aking mata
Pagkatapos ay titingala
At kakausapin si bathala

Maaari bang siya'y saakin ay ibalik?
Maaari bang siya'y saakin ay muling masabik?
Maaari bang matupad ang aking hiling?
Maaari bang siya'y muling makapiling?

11:12 na
Mga mata ko ay nakasara
Habang humihiling ng himala
Habang tumutulo ang mga luha
Heto parin ako, umaasa

Pero sino bang niloloko ko?

*Kahit ilang 11:11 pa ang dumating
Hindi na siya mapapasakin
 Oct 2016 Dawn
mk
there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.
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