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    na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito

poetrip
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Here's something from our most recent poetry exercise where someone gets a first line he'd rather use for himself, and passes it to the guy to his left. Joel reading his latest poem, first line c/o me.

video


Texture
Joel M. Toledo

A voice emerges from a well
Teeming with swords: this is a riddle,
The same way moss is a riddle,
Coating the walls as if visits are often,
As if overnight the blackness moves
Into morning green. So that I hear
Someone speaking of water, describing it
Like it is colorless and too far away.
Passing by, the blind man, wincing,
Tells me pointedly how thirsty he is.
I lead his hands to feel the moss.
He runs his fingers through it
And trains his eyes on me, saying,
Focusedly, I have grown tired
Of green. So I did what I had to –
I gave him water. He went his way.
And I grabbed the rope and pulled
And pulled until the heavy, brilliant thing
Came into view. I do not remember
What it was: stone, shard, some sharp
Something. And someone is speaking,
Round-mouthedly, as an echo,
Home, home, home.

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More poems at Waps' and Joel's blogs.
posted by mdlc @ 3:22 AM  
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