A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that
strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...
But all in vain.
Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and
fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...
What is complete and constant is that
depressing spirit:
Void of form and details, yet lingering,
encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves
with a piece.
Karlo Sevilla
Karlo Sevilla writes from Quezon City,
Philippines. His poems have appeared in Philippines
Graphic, Radius, Matter, an Origami Poems Project microchap, in
the respective first anthologies of Peacock Journal, Riverfeet
Press, and Eternal Remedy, and others. He also coaches wrestling, trains in
Brazilian Luta Livre, and does volunteer work for the labor group Bukluran ng
Manggagawang Pilipino (Solidarity of Filipino Workers).
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