New Poem, and my Mom's Strange Dream

I think I want to officially start my blog. Especially since my computer almost crashed and I think it would be a good thing to start posting my poems in the net. Just in case I lose everything.

Here's the latest attempt: a poem written for Sir Jimmy Abad's class in UP which I've decided to sit in for the rest of the semester. I just came from a High Chair meeting with Mabi, Allan, Kristine, and Chingbee. Finally sent my the first fifteen poems for slow motion a few minutes ago. Oh lord, let this be quick and swift.

Finding a Stone

There is a small stone
the hand picks

at the edge of the garden

covered by trees
and the old wall

and the bird-calls far
above

and the bushes
which hold

no intentions really,
not even distraction—

which fits the hand
that holds it well,

fits the eye
that finds it,

flies high, high
and swiftly

still
to the teeth

of the visible
enemy.

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Earlier this afternoon, I called home and talked to my parents. My mom was telling me about her dream where she was talking to Lola who was telling her to tell me that I shouldn't worry about thinking that I wasn't her (Lola's) favorite since she was really busy at that time. The strange thing about the dream is that, for one, Lola's been gone for more than a year now, so any dream with her in it is bound to be a message from the other side; and two, although I've always felt that my lola like my brother more, I don't think I've ever mentioned it to anyone, least of all my mother. What sweet reassurance, although creepy too. Hi lola! :)