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ELIZABETH ESGUERRA CASTILLO

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 7/15/2015 |




EYES WITHOUT A FACE

I suddenly jumped out of a mysterious lingering dream that seems to be haunting
But didn’t quite leave me out screaming,
A wandering eye scans the vast space in time reflecting with a weary stare quite saddening.
Through this crystalline mirror I witnessed how the world came to be
How it was created by the invisible hand of our loving Almighty
Out of love He gave life to things that are meant to be magnificent, stunning and carefree,
That’s the genesis of it all but look at how terror in this once peaceful paradise now reign
People inflicting each other incessant pain,
What happened to this once beautiful Earth His masterpiece?
Can we ever find harmony and eternal bliss?

These eyes without a face out of the blue started to weep
As slideshows of evil doings of mankind flashed before my very naked eyes,
I suddenly felt  pain piercing from a deep part of me
But what can I do alone amidst all these misery?
Mercy for myself and my brethren came overflowing this heart of mine
Staring at these teary eyes I begin to question myself
Have I done my fellowmen good?
Although different predicaments were not at times fully understood
Have I fed the hungry, offered shelter to the homeless, listened to a weary lost soul
And be a friend to someone who feels alone amongst crowds of hypocrite people.

A beaming light then blurred these eyes without a face
As an angel stepped down from a heavenly pedestal lead me to a room
With immaculate white walls and shiny crystal ball at the center of this sanctuary
I was asked to take a peak at what our Earth used to be covered with greeneries,
Clear, blue skies and all are in dire harmony.
No drought, no deadly floods claiming innocent lives at a snap
No bombings, no power struggle for supremacy, everything was so simple then
But as man acquired advanced knowledge and skills
He became self-centered, rude and discontent,
We are our brother’s keeper and Mother Earth is our responsibility
Not just a refuge, a shelter but the heaven’s gift to mankind.

[ELIZABETH E. CASTILLO COPYRIGHT 2012]


THE ARTIST BY THE SHORE

In the still of the night
All I hear is the slight drizzle by the window
Tiny droplets of rain making sounds as they fall on the ground.

On this cool July evening
Alone in my room
Still can’t bring myself to slumber,
My mind starts to wander
How I long to be in a far away island.

Far away from this hustle and hurried life
Let time stop for a while as I dream on,
Walk bare footed on the white sand and watch the tiny waves playing like kids
As the cold wind sweeps and caresses my warm cheeks.

I dream of sitting by the seashore
Where I can sketch the setting sun in all its glory and beauty
Colorful hues of orange, yellow, red in my palette,
Gentle strokes of the paintbrush as I get hypnotized by its aura
Distant mountains at the far horizon caught my eye
Wondering how could I cross to the other side and be in another world.

I’m gonna play my music, too
By the shore where the sound of the tides goes in rhythm with my heart
Appreciate the beautiful and astounding nature
Created by God, His gift to mankind,
By the shore is all I wanna be
Spending time as I wait
For the sun to finally set in and bid it goodbye as I close my eyes and sleep.

[ELIZABETH E. CASTILLO © 2010]


THE BOHEMIAN

a wandering soul
lost in a world of his own
a vagabond perhaps,
a kindred spirit
moving free from a world of chaos,
he dares to be different
from a sea of fools trying to fit in.

an era of madness
illusions of a perfect refuge
to a mystic like him,
ridiculed from within
the phantom outcast they label the pitiful man,
for refusing to follow the ordinary crowd
who continually mocks him.

to live like a hermit
far from the privy eyes
of men in vain,
he created a sanctuary
only he can understand,
living in unconventional ways set him apart
from the shallow-brained maddening flock.

his masterpieces can change this ill world at a glance
if only his voice is to be given a chance
no one knows his heart is full of love for mankind,
and yet almost all those he met are deaf and blind
selfish ones only thinking of what they can get,
instead of giving a piece of them
and truly experience life.

[ELIZABETH ESGUERRA CASTILLO  COPYRIGHT 2013.]



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  1. Beautiful, moving poems signature of the Poetess!

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  2. I've always admired Elizabeth's poetry :)

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