Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
A fit of reconsideration
I compose this poem when I was just still in school for our official publication named " oikos", which is a Greek word, meaning "house or place to live". Oikos is where the term ecology --the study of the relationship of the organisms to their environment -- derived from.
I originally wrote this intended to be given to a special someone, a friend. We call each other "Pare", as a term of endearment. This word is primarily used as an appellation for a male friend, derived from kumpare or kumpadre, the feminine form is "mare" from ku- mare. It is also used sometimes to address a man whose name one does not know.
This piece which aged for almost two years now is the second among since I have the zeal and interest in writing poem. Though I have had a hard time composing this one, and I am almost giving up in the middle part, but I just keep driving myself to finish it and keep in mind that I should put it into existence. So, there it was, not later than three days, I am rejoicing and convinced that I can be a poet.
It seems like an awakening!
It is amazing to discover that through this poem, a mere words when interconnected, can summon up elusive general ideas to dehisce the true beauty of nature and its meaning to our own life.
Not to criticize those who directly caused misfortune to our environment, but we are the ones who are accountable of what mistakes we did not ought to have done.
I originally wrote this intended to be given to a special someone, a friend. We call each other "Pare", as a term of endearment. This word is primarily used as an appellation for a male friend, derived from kumpare or kumpadre, the feminine form is "mare" from ku- mare. It is also used sometimes to address a man whose name one does not know.
This piece which aged for almost two years now is the second among since I have the zeal and interest in writing poem. Though I have had a hard time composing this one, and I am almost giving up in the middle part, but I just keep driving myself to finish it and keep in mind that I should put it into existence. So, there it was, not later than three days, I am rejoicing and convinced that I can be a poet.
It seems like an awakening!
It is amazing to discover that through this poem, a mere words when interconnected, can summon up elusive general ideas to dehisce the true beauty of nature and its meaning to our own life.
Not to criticize those who directly caused misfortune to our environment, but we are the ones who are accountable of what mistakes we did not ought to have done.
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