Poetic Diversions: Dedicated to U

To forget

When remembering

Is happier.

To let go

When holding on

Is easier.

The toughest things

one has to do.

All for the sake

of bidding goodbye

to  you.


My Favorite-Book List: #1) Louise Gluck: The First Four Books of Poems (a collection of poems by Louise Gluck)


This book is a must-have for literature enthusiasts looking for the best poetry with themes most women would easily relate to. I am a very ardent admirer of the author’s writing.. She definitely deserves the stature accorded to her in US poetry.

Here is one of the poems from the book:

The Pond

Night covers the pond with its wing.
Under the ringed moon I can make out
your face swimming among minnows and the small
echoing stars. In the night air
the surface of the pond is metal.

Within, your eyes are open. They contain
a memory I recognize, as though
we had been children together. Our ponies
grazed on the hill, they were gray
with white markings. Now they graze
with the dead who wait
like children under their granite breastplates,
lucid and helpless:

The hills are far away. They rise up
blacker than childhood.
What do you think of, lying so quietly
by the water? When you look that way I want
to touch you, but do not, seeing
as in another life we were of the same blood.

Poetic Diversions 5: Saying Goodbye to my Teenage Dream Guy


Saying Goodbye to my Teenage Dream Guy


Out of school, out of work

I went back to a particular place in my hometown,

The site of pleasant memories of carefree growing-up years

The time I met the perfect guy

That time, the only one who could make me smile.

He has left the place

And all I have are memories

Of a time when the only thing that could make me smile

Is the presence of this perfect guy.

Lang Leav: Simply One of the Best Poets

One of my most favorite poems by the Australian author, Lang Leav. She was in the Philippines last February for book signing sessions and these were all jampacked! Wish she would come back next year…..


In Two Parts

— Lang Leav

You come and go so easily,

your life is as you knew—

while mine is split in two.

How I envy so the half of me,

who lived before love’s due,

who was yet to know of you.