Potpourri, by Nelson D Reyes

Nelson D Reyes

Potpourri

SapinSapin

Shadows tapering

Golden leaves now purplish brown

Bush tits tweeting sleep

Mane nearly gone white sideburns

Silhouettes a golden past

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Clouds hover moon peep

Bats blinded head back to cave

Hoot! Hoot! Round eyes hoot!

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Amidst laughter I walked the corridor

On my face arches of uncertainties.

I stopped.

Looked down.

Looked up.

Looked around.

For the first time I heard voices

Amidst laughter faces I adore

Comfort I found arches of certainties.

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Love replaces death

Hatred never dominates.

Love, hate, common, not

Adore, ignore, both succumb

Love fires to flame, hate ashes.

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I picked a stone, yes

It left a mark_ shallow yes

Too deep for a rock

I moved a rock it left a

Mark_deep too shallow for stone

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I see and I weep

Upon the shadow you cast

You dreamed too deep

Find it shallow to last

I see and I weep

Upon the glory you reaped

You tried you created

Beyond what was rated

I see, at last I no more weep

You made a shadow of a leap!

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Dream always I will

For is not in dream

Realities are created

One’s very being a dream?

I will scale every brick

That made Rock-e-feller

Reduce him to a Poor legend

Against a beautiful Song I will be!

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©NDR 7.23.2016 '60s verses

Such a hot day today, a lazy afternoon. This made me put together,
layered, a few verses from the past in the fashion of "sapin sapin"
layering of multi-colored sticky sweet rice cakes Filipinos enjoy as
desserts or snacks.

Vic Evora

Sapin-sapin, That's quite a collection of quatrains from the 60s. Awesome that you kept copes of them.

Nelson D Reyes

Thanks for liking, Brod. Got a few more.

Robert L. Martin

Sounds delicious.

Nelson D Reyes

Colorful and sweet and delicious. Only very filling...but... Thank you Robert. Always nice to hear from you.

J Ann Crowder

Sounds like a treat. I love sticky rice or sweet rice. Filipinos are good cooks! I do love the line "one's very being a dream." When we die I imagine we all will look back as if it were all a dream. I hope mostly a good dream. I thought while reading this how our lives are filled with layers. Nice poem!

Nelson D Reyes

Thank you Jenifer. Sorry for a delayed delay reply. Yes it's a layered life from birth. We pad when cold and peel when warm, keep the comfort zone but also step out when we need to, as often times we do. I thought you'd love that line about us but a dream, jelled from love, figuratively and literally. And yes it's all a dream looking back. You're right on!