Place
I
knew the gloaming
before
I was born.
Rediscovery
beyond
my
mind’s gray space.
My
eyes closed, I visit
memory’s
meadows
before
I was born.
Mindful
and aware of shadows
candles
use to tongue walls.
Reflecting,
I see lowland
minstrels,
hear paeans
to
my dimensional travel.
The
moon a manzanita
in
my ribcage. Pine groves,
dew dropped
smells, in nature -
who
I am. I sit on stone.
Grey
shade a deer. I empty
myself
like a clay jar,
the
river’s last song
trickling
out my eyes .
Melancholia
I
name my spiritual sloth
Acedia,
apathy a soulful magpie
in
my mind’s tree. Bedridden,
my
body hosting bonfires, fever
tender
to muscles and joints.
Sweat
defying the aircon, nape
and
forehead melting like ice
sheets,
pain sunlight to my shins.
If
I close my eyes the emerald
place
reappears. Heartbeat loud
in
my blank mind, ash on my tongue.
I’m
at peace, a skeleton begging
my
flesh release, longing
for
the dug ground somewhere,
desiring
sleep like water.
Erotica
Night’s
temple -
dark,
deep, damp.
Mossy,
teethed
with
stalactites and stalagmites
Raise
your lantern
and
enter
Jonel Abellanosa lives in Cebu City, The Philippines. His poetry and fiction are forthcoming in The Cape Rock and Poetry Salzburg Review, and have appeared in hundreds of magazines including Thin Air, Chiron Review, The Lyric, Poetry Kanto and The Anglican Theological Review, and nominated for the Pushcart, Best of the Net and Dwarf Stars prizes. His poetry collections include, “Songs from My Mind’s Tree” and “Multiverse” (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, New York), “50 Acrostic Poems,” (Cyberwit, India), “In the Donald’s Time” (Poetic Justice Books and Art, Florida), and “Pan’s Saxophone” (Weasel Press, Texas). He is a nature lover, with three companion dogs, and three other beloved dogs who have passed on beyond the rainbow bridge. He loves all animals.
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