Three poems on Christmas, that is.
Written on three different occasions that show my moods at a certain time.
It’s nothing special though, just some inane scribbles on my notepad while trying to pass the time.
Anyway, read ’em and weep...
It's midnight and here I am once again tapping on the computer keyboard
Trying my best not to fall asleep as I try to write my piece.
It’s been going on like this since I started this pointless exercise one quiet and cold evening a month ago today--
I am still here at the crossroads unable to take the necessary steps to move on
and get on with it.
I wonder if how many people in this place are still awake at this very moment?
I can now hear the noise of the people next door;
the hurried footsteps, the gaily laughs and inaudible chatters
The rush of people passing by at my doorsteps.
I wonder why they’re also up and about at this very unholy hour?
At a distance, I heard the Church Bells ringing.
It was only then that I remember that it is
Icy December, lonely winter
Dreamily watching the snow flakes falling
In my flat just south of Lansing
Weary thoughts circling in mind-boggling proportions
To a far away country, a warm home in the tropics
Noche Buena, Puto Bumbong, and Misa de Gallo.
Christmas in a foreign country, alone in a cold bedroom
Just passing the time with nothing else to do
This time when I call home long distance
I'll tell my mother that --
I was blinded by the snow.
©2003 Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU Section
Instead of frolicking in the snow
I will have to color my world in sorrow
Instead of wearing green and red
I will have to wear the color of the dead
Instead of going to the ballgames
I’ll have to go to church and pray
For the people who lost everything.
Requiem for the dead…