Good morning, dew drops!

You who kiss the ground and grass

and melt under the warm rays of the sun

while golden maple leaves flutter

down…

down…

down…

and I watch from my window

in grateful wonder.

Dear God, can I be a dew drop for a few moments?

Let me melt into your warm presence

and bask in the gentle rays of your love.

copyright 2020 – Carla A. Romarate-Knipel

You and me.

We.

Together.

Let us dance while the storm is raging

Even if we step on each other’s toes, let us keep looking

into each other’s eyes.

Let us feel the beat in our hearts,

that rhythm of love that won’t give up

the music of memories that holds us up

unbowed

unfazed

by the gloom.

copyright 2020 – Carla A. Romarate-Knipel

English:

liquid love flowing

from a porcelain vessel

shaped to hold

warmth and comfort,

…each sip

soothes the soul.

Hiligaynon/Ilonggo:

inom-inom sang cha –

ga-isahanon apang masadya!

tumalagsahon ini nga tini-on

sa katapusan sang panag-on.

Akon ginapasalamatan ini nga dulot,

gikan sa akon bana,

mapinalangga-on nga kaupod.

Hala sige higop sining matam-is nga ilimnon

samtang nagahanduraw

sang iya matam-is nga pololongon.

“Poetry provides us the history of the human heart.” This is what American Poet laureate Billy Collins said in the introductory session of his master class on poetry online that I had attended. This was way back in July, five months since the Covid-19 pandemic began. During those long days of staying at home, I began to read and write poetry more than I ever had since I started appreciating it as a child. For sure I am not a professional poet. I was not a literature major in college nor do I have an MFA in poetry. What I do have is an insatiable curiosity and appreciation for the gift of poetry. I am very grateful for all those in the past who have bared their hearts using ink and paper to give us a glimpse of the architecture of a human soul. There were instances when I was baffled and moments that I was profoundly moved by these heart historians. But in times of uncertainty, reading a poem, has given me some stability, something to hold on to while the storm rages on. In my blog I humbly share some of my attempts to write a history of my own heart, grateful for the gift of poetry and those who generously bestowed them to us. May the Master Poet who has breathed life into us and created this world with poetic beauty and grandeur, inspire us with the joy of receiving this gift!