Inspiration: I attended a session and one of the reflections was on water. In the reflection, it said that there are times when water does not seem to have character at all, but it follows its container. And then I realized that with God, I have to be like water in His hands. But somehow, I realized that part of my heart was iced, and all those ice particles prevent me from following my God.
Inspiration: I have observed that true love helps people become better versions of themselves. For some, they gain confidence, for some, acceptance, for some, healing. It, indeed, helps make a flower bloom.
This is a poem in the book 'Still Elusive Love'. Love whispers, love invites. Sometimes, the noise in our lives drowns out its whisper. Sometimes, our doubts shout above love. When you feel peace and joy, in subtleness, there is love. Listen to the whispers.
Still Elusive Love is a collaborative work with Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete. She's such a passionate poet and it was really my pleasure working with her.
This poem started as a reflection on one of the Stations of the Cross - the 10th Station: Jesus is Stripped of his garments. I can only imagine the pain of having the dried cloth ripped off his body. As I went through the retreat, I realized that I was going through the same ripping of the cloth. I bandaged my wounds with dirty cloth in my hurry to get healed. But they didn't heal. I had to go through the painful stripping, to revisit old wounds, so that the healing bandage can be used. Only the bandage of his love can heal my wounds.
December 20, 2015 marks the day I turned into a published poet. I launched a collection of poems with a very good friend and fellow poet Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete. She even illustrated our book. I'm so excited to share the excerpts of my poems with you.
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Inspiration: I wrote this for an English project when I was 13. I was attempting a Shakesperean sonnet. Well, I tried my best and I this is actually one of my works that I'm most proud of.
Many years later, today, I still believe in everything I have written. But I think for some time, I forgot that I actually thought of these things.
Inspiration: This was a poem written for a friend. He liked green. But the gift I gave only had a dash of green in the rainbow. So I had to write something to make a connection.
Inspiration: I wrote this after my dad has passed away to deal with what I felt during that time. I guess this is a way to follow one of my rules in Surviving a Broken Family.