how the beating heart of the earth sounded like when we lay there on the grass sharing our futures? ✒️tea solonJune 20, 2020
Yearly Archives: 2021
ꜰᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɴꜱᴇᴛꜱ
like crisp maple leaf in autumni witnessed your beautiful colorsthe strong woman you grew intosunsets before you passed on… ✏️tea solonJuly 2021 | CebuPhilippines
ᴀᴅᴊᴜʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
when we slam the doorshaking the entire house, do we rid the curse thatroams inside the structure does the energy fear the soundof anger frustration rage hurt or does it feed on these passions ✏️tea solonApril 25, 2020 | Cainta, RizalPhilippines
ᴘᴀʟᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
whensoever slumberconsigns to oblivionits visits in momentsbetween cold midnightand warm sunrise your poetry holds me. soothing. much likento how the windsongbrush cold fire on mycheeks at early dawn or how the wavesongstroke warm ice on myraven hair at late dusk. your poetry finds me. i am never alone or losti am never neglected ordeserted. inContinue reading “ᴘᴀʟᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ”
ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ
collectingsounds ofthe majesticbamboo… the creakingaches of itsbranches… the rustlingleaves… listeningfor someage-oldwisdom… ✏️tea solonOct 8, 2021 | San RemigioNorthern Cebu, Philippines
ᴡɪꜱᴅᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɴɢ ᴡᴇɪ
the chinese bamboo swayswhere the wind blows. its rhythm flows with gracebending and standing back up again, gliding its tiny branchesfrom side to side and going back up again. it does not resist thepower of the wind nor just simply give in. it is resilient in its own bent. ✏️ tea solonOct 04, 2021 |Continue reading “ᴡɪꜱᴅᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɴɢ ᴡᴇɪ”
ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ʀᴀɪɴ
my right cheek rests onyour beating chest whilethe evening moon andmorning sun dance thereoutside the glass windowwith september’s drizzles my left arm bars the widthof your midsection, taking inall the warmth as dew startsto leave kisses on the whiterose petals in our garden my right calf knee thigh reachthe space between your strongshanks for endearingContinue reading “ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ʀᴀɪɴ”
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅʏꜱꜱᴇʏ – ʙᴏᴏᴋ 24
you are home after calendars at seayou are finally backinside my arms, restingyour tired head upon mybossom while i delicatelystroke your once blackfacial hair that have turnedsilver and gold with time… your scent comforts my soul… the sound and rhythm ofyour snores— i finally hearand feel them again — the onesthat i used to dread,Continue reading “ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅʏꜱꜱᴇʏ – ʙᴏᴏᴋ 24”
prayer to poseidon
this nautical milesbetween your lipsand my lips disturbthe vast blue ocean one minute is likea thousand odysseysof cold arms yearning i faithfully await yourreturn here in the quietmurmur of clear waterswhile you defy the naturalmovement of constellations ✏️ tea solonApril 2021 | Alegria, CebuPhilippines
1,000 ᴋɪʟᴏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴɪᴏɴꜱ
i send youa thousandkilos of onionsbecause it’s yourturn to cry. lie down on thewooden sunbedup there on therooftop andwail to yourheart’s content it is only fairthat you cry ✏️ tea solonMay 22, 2020 | ManilaPhilippines
BUTUNG IS LAYP | Coconut is Life 