Road Sign
Jan 20th, 2010 | By Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr | Category: Poetry | 248 viewsStopping
(usually
Automatonic as reflex action
Like inhaling, exhaling
Or taking time out
to bask in a moment’s
eternity, poetry in motion
like smelling your nape
After a shower)
The antithesis of going
Or, leaving
(A simple tug of war
Might as well be hell
Of a cerebral joust
Between the banal yes
And the diabolical no)
But not while we’re on the road
It takes just a muscle to flex
A strong step on the brakes
Giving the body a shudder
The keys a bit of shiver
Then a cacophonic click
Before one gets off
To some other pressing business
Or momentary break
You say you thought
You saw a flower
A thing of beauty
Or joy we shouldn’t miss
For our forever
Stopping by the roadside
Just a stone’s throw away
From the bridge
Over a bone-dry river
You walk out
In silence
While I cross to the other side
To examine a decrepit “Stop” sign
Powder-fine dust in my hand
Poesy of decadence
Or, language of desuetude.
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About Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. is a global worker at a steel manufacturing multinational in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. Widely published in the Philippines (Philippine Studies, Vol 53 No 2; ANI - Cultural Center of the Philippines Annual Literary Journal; Philippine Graphics; Philippines Free Press; Philippine Star) and on the internet (A Survey of Philippine Literature, Open Mic Haiku, Salt River Review, Artists I Love, and most recently on The Gloom Cupboard) he considers himself a staunch follower of Ayn Rand's Romantic Objectivism, he is the spiritual advisor of Gordot and Dwight, his roommates. The first is a goldfish, the other, a Turkish Van cat. |
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