Going astray… and coming home.

Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray.”
– fr. The Divine Comedy, “Inferno”
Dante Alighieri (1265 – 1321), Italian poet

This, my path, is fiery bright.

TODAY, I PLAY AS I STRAY

today, I play as I stray
in fair glades of changing hue
and I see the sea portray
seamless skies that seem less blue.

poinsettias of pointed leaves
in dark crevice craving light
but the man in me perceives
this, my path, is fiery bright!

today, I play as I stray
across the ocean’s isthmus
to shifting shades where I lay
with Lures of Mt. Olympus –

where wine is utmost (sweetest!)
with charming roses (no less!)
where summer skies are brightest
and raves of passion ingress.

today, I play as I stray –
a nomad in oasis
my camel in the wet fray
of caverns and sweet posies.


today, I play as I stray…

   – between
    fidelity and infidelity
    is debility.

© 2002 Chito L. Aguilar

A nomad tires of trysts and treats.

PHIL’S PLEDGE

(I come to leave you nevermore.)

clouds nimbus on Olympus toss
the isthmus of East must I cross
imperiled, empowered I sail
so tempest tossed in gale and hail.
lament no more and wait ashore
i come to leave you nevermore.

the rains on plains and mountains pour
the waves of raves on shores uproar
the wine in Time turns sour, impure
the roses, soon they lose allure.
i vow to stray not anymore
i come to leave you nevermore.

a nomad tires of trysts and treats  
from wet caverns camel retreats
oasis soon dries up its spring
sweet posies wilt and lose their thing.
i swear to stay forevermore
i come to leave you nevermore.  

the light of home as always warms
the sound of children’s laughter charms
the hugs of loving arms I miss
at home we live in wedded bliss.
lament no more and wait ashore
i come to leave you nevermore.

– between
going-astray and coming-home
is resolution.

© 2007 Chito L. Aguilar

Lament no more and wait ashore; I come to leave you nevermore.

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6 thoughts on “Going astray… and coming home.

  1. This poem is sweet
    A fiery treat
    A dragon’s tongue
    With gentle speech.

    But those pin pricks down below
    Are hunters lined in rows
    They aim to kill, and labor still
    So avoid the doubled bow.

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