Showing posts with label Luchie B. Maranan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luchie B. Maranan. Show all posts
Monday, March 3, 2014
Thursday, January 3, 2013
By the Half-moon Driveway of the ICM House of Prayer
you can paint this sun-filled scene in viridian
better yet drown it in a sea of ultramarine
throw in the marked pointedness of pine needles
& shade the barks of trees with burnt sienna supreme
this rosebud here must have the blush of an infant's bottom
that palm frond there can learn a lesson or two on stillness
as for that poinsettia petal, it wears too much lipstick
bleed it some more till it yells "Pink!"
must the sky remain a cheery cerulean?
can it not weep a moody indigo?
the twin cypresses cry with their prayerful branches
can they not honeymoon by the hermitage instead?
what do you do when the words are not forthcoming?
drain your mug of lukewarm coffee,
take twenty determined strides
& step out into, onto, step on the garden.
-- Babeth Lolarga
First published in Baguio Calligraphy, edited by Francis C. Macansantos and Luchie B. Maranan (Anvil Publishing, Inc.), 2010.
Photos of Baguio by Babeth
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Women in black plus white
| Group photo in lieu of curtain call |
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Day in a Life in Baguio
“what if a much of a witch of a wind”
& here e.e. cummings lies
on a bed of iceberg lettuce
laced with dewdrops
coming fresh from la la La Trinidad trading post
& “summer’s lie” is that
concrete pine
where a rosy rotunda
used to stand
a sight for sorest eyes
the truth being
no greater life is lived
than here in highland coffee farms
where armies of ants
are extinguished
where Seattle’s Best folded up,
undistinguished,
& Starbucks continues to rake it in
give me Benguet coffee
or euthanize me!
--Babeth Lolarga
first published in the anthology Baguio Calligraphy , Francis C. Macansantos and Luchie B. Maranan, eds., Anvil Publishing, 2010.
image from Facebook community page
& here e.e. cummings lies
on a bed of iceberg lettuce
laced with dewdrops
coming fresh from la la La Trinidad trading post
& “summer’s lie” is that
concrete pine
where a rosy rotunda
used to stand
a sight for sorest eyes
the truth being
no greater life is lived
than here in highland coffee farms
where armies of ants
are extinguished
where Seattle’s Best folded up,
undistinguished,
& Starbucks continues to rake it in
give me Benguet coffee
or euthanize me!
--Babeth Lolarga
first published in the anthology Baguio Calligraphy , Francis C. Macansantos and Luchie B. Maranan, eds., Anvil Publishing, 2010.
image from Facebook community page
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