Friday, May 20, 2005

PINOY POETS RENGA: Smoke

Smokes billows above my head tonight;
A scene inside the movie house of the past
flashing in my mind like a record machine

Overloaded with involuntary flashes
Of filmy fantasies:Rain that does not wet the hair,
bubbles,floating like flies.

Would you stop me if I stare?

With just one click of the finger

Nothing moves, open mouth caught in mid-laugh
That look likes hungry mouths.

Then another click.

They ate light from the flash
engulfed in blinding stillness.
The time when memories fade,
flickers of laughter and sorrow
encapsulated on canvass of thoughts

And shades.