Happy Easter!”
SUNDAY OF SUNDAYS
(Easter Sunday Pun and Fun)
the Sunday
between crucifixion
and resurrection
the Sunday
between week holy
and weak wholly
the Sunday
between fast and feast
between pray and play
the Sunday
between gloom and gleam
between thin and thick
the Sunday
of unions and reunions
hidden eggs and bidden legs
on crowded beaches
and
the Sunday
between
leave and heave
between
vacation and occupation.
© Chito L. Aguilar
“Shifting Shades and In-betweens”
SUNSET BLUES
remnants of golden sunset –
filigreed beams of horizon frameless.
in the darkening orangey hue
i see you:
face generic, hair genetic.
your image, in a maze of haze,
just a trace in the blaze
disappearing.
ocher lines crisscross
ions of woes and eons of lows
in this emptied beer bottle,
like my empty mind
as I gaze in daze
at the shifting shades
of the slowly emptying sun.
then light empties… into night.
– between
ions of woes and eons of lows
are amber tows.
© 2003 Chito L. Aguilar
‘Sunset Blues’ on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lswi6Sdv-9o
Midlife is porthole to the past; vignette to the future.
– Chito L. Aguilar
I AM BUT MIGRANT
(In Transit Thru Time)
upon the vast heavens I cast my eyes
astounded at such an expanse sublime
i see the moon and the stars in the skies
it is truly then that I realize
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.
on my desk I work and on bed I play –
paper-sheets of white and bed-sheets of lime
all bear my mark and my score of the day
by my hands of toil and my feet of clay
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.
between the distinct lines of poems I write
i waver on words of rhythm and rhyme
and when I falter between wrong and right
i seek a vision that I may see light
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.
between womb and tomb is a voyage brief
the fleeing years, fleeting dears… now, my prime
youth’s egress, midlife’s ingress, what relief –
and yet, I fear illness and old age grief
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.
upon the vast heavens I cast my eyes
then wonder and ponder when is the time
my Maker calls me and closes my eyes
when He pounds the gavel and casts the dice
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.
© 2008 Chito L. Aguilar
Haiku & Photos © 2013 Chito L. Aguilar
for what is learning but earning
more space between heart and mind
so they swell with love and meaning
that one may not be so blind.
for what is leaving but coming
from any-where to there-somewhere
linear distance notwithstanding
but instance that matters ever.
-between heart and mind is learning.
© Chito L. Aguilar
Silence is when soundwaves oscillate no more; a flatline.”
-Chito L. Aguilar
(silence is
not simply the absence of sound
not solely determined by ear.
silence is
the absence of thought
the nonexistence of sensation.
silence is an interlude, an in-between:
the pause between breaths
the respite between words
the gap between musical notes
the lull between drips in a leak
the break between ticks of a clock
the interval between heartbeats
the hiatus between feelings.)
– between
din and din
is silence.
© 1995 Chito L. Aguilar
The glamour of childish days is upon me,
My manhood is cast down in the flood of remembrance,
I weep like a child for the past”
– D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930), British writer
images of years gone by –
snap shots in series;
a slideshow in this theater called Life.fleeting moments fly
like
floating butterfly;gone to soon, yet, remain
in Time
in thought,in remembrance.
(between
yesterday and today
are memories.between
today and tomorrow
are dreams.)– existence
is between
memories and dreams© Chito L. Aguilar
Shifting Shades 