There Are No More Songs
"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
-Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XVII
There are no more songs
I can sing to make you love me.
Day and night I prayed for melodies
That will catch your fickle attention,
I turned to the stars for inspiration
But they turned their gazes elsewhere,
Leaving me with this gaping hole
So that the night wind blows through--
Whistling and sibilant, almost
Musical, and morbid, and ultimately
Cruel and damning. There are no more
Songs to make you change your mind:
I will stop loving you in the day
And let the night take care of itself.
Phnom Penh, 2009
Copyright Michael P. De Guzman
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3 bitch-slapped me:
There may be no more songs but there will always be Poetry.
Viva St. Mike!
awwww...i love your opening poetry its one of my favorites by neruda...but i love more the nakedness in your own writting. :)
lyka: mabuhey din ang LTE!
anonymous: thank you, whoever you are :-)
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