Ernesto P. Santiago - poem
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MY POEM TURNED OUT TO BE UNRHYMED
It is easy to dismiss
the heart of a word whisperer
as sad, reckless or mirthful,
but it reveals living emotions.
A poem is not open
resistance, bold disobedience,
or panic of the mind.
It is documentation from instinct
to breathe a freer existence.
Maybe that says less
about us and more about how
deeply we have not become part
of how we process the idea
that we are words, the colors of our thirst.
Of destination and conscious
choice, poetry is not only
shaped by heroes or villains.
It is shaped by whoever pulls out
their willing heart, and it is
meant to find their reader, breathing-
alive and essential.
NIGHT LOVE
What a beautiful aesthetic look!
She has the perfect body
of a Greek goddess, sculpted by senses
of love and she has to show it off
for those who die and cannot live forever,
and it’s her choice, why shouldn't she?
His hankering heart brings a lifelike portrait
to her emotion with remarkable details
by her breath as intoxicating as sweet olive.
His heartbeats cautiously capture her facial hunger
with fine-drawn features and a developed dialect
of his tingling touches, down to the texture
of her smooth skin, and the natural light
of fireflies reflecting off his longing.
Each stroke adds depth to her lust
with careful attention to the intricate folds
of her womb and the shine on her lips.
Ah, the planned and executed shading
and highlights define my soul’s mastery
over love, resulting in a realistic
rendering that deliberately obfuscates
the line between intimacy, art and reality.
Ernesto P. Santiago, Philippines
Ernesto P. Santiago for a long time had believed that poetry is his flowing (es)cape to a higher understanding of the wor(l)d. He spends all his free time between here and there, trying to learn something. He is too small for his ego. He is enough for himself. As a poet the shape of words interests him. He is fully confident in his identity with a Filipino heart. He lives in Athens, Greece, and is inspired daily by the myth of his poetic senses.
