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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3475 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention A Letter to Mrs. De La Cruz Marty Abuloc I ...There is something about how the curves and gentle lines hold your face and define your eyes, your lips. How the measure of music catches your voice and renders the notes with each inflection. How time moves with the sways of your gait, as if a dance unfolds with the wind among reeds. There is no poem, no word, or song that captures the subtle perfection of your face as my hands remember. Perhaps it was the secret wave of your fingers when last they pressed upon my cheeks, or your laughter at the sunday table. Perhaps it was the long kiss of "be well" and the surges of warmth within your curves that compells me to call the monsoon and each careful rain by your name. I think of you always. II The sky is crazy with orange lights and smoke, crazy sounds pass through the dark foliages... I look up and strained at the shadows three feet away, just behind the tree line "Keep yer fuckin head down" his whisper seemed harder than his hand on my helmet The sargeant, a well built forty year old signals with his fingers..."move slowly, there by the trees, directly in front" the leaves move with the hiss of light the shadow slowly leans at an angle and then the eyes.... III I write to you from a tent somewhere in the mountains of Zamboanga Del Norte. Here the greenest grass fattened by dew and rain, is a bed. I bet you havent seen a leaf larger than your head? I write to you of the poetry there is in the silence of our patrol, the silent clicks of my water canteen is a song that plays with the wild birds, a ray of sun escaped the prison of leaves, I think of your eyes. When you can, please write me. The nights are shorter with its two hour intervals, and I have more time to think of you, of how the scent of the night, of tree barks bring your softness once more to my lips. IV Dear Mrs. Dela Cruz I regret to inform you that your husband was among the casualty the armed forces have suffered in its fight against the enemies of the country. His bravery and courage in the battlefield is an inspiration to his comrades. A grateful nation sends their utmost sympathy for your loss, and shares in the deep pain of losing a great man. |
