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November 4, 2010

A Kind of Burning
Ophelia Dimalanta

it is perhaps because
one way or the other
we keep this distance
closeness will tug as apart
in many directions
in absolute din
how we love the same
tirvial pursuits and
insignificant gewgaws
spoken or inert
claw at the same straws
pore over the same jigsaws
trying to make heads or tails
you take the edges
i take the center
keeping fancy guard
loving beyond what is there
you sling at the stars
i bedeck the weeds
straining in song or
profanities towards some
fabled meeting apart
from what dreams read
and suns dismantle
we have been all the hapless
lovers in this wayward world
in almost all kinds of ways
except we never really meet
but for this kind of burning.

So many months in hibernation and yet here I write a farewell note. Scratch the excuse of having writer’s block but perhaps the muse through the news of death has awakened. For now, I say goodbye to one literary luminary, Dr. Ophelia Alcantara-Dimalanta…editor, poet, author, teacher and mentor…

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