This is How I Understand Grief, Solitude

January 16, 2013

This is How I Understand Grief, Solitude

This is how I understand Grief:

When the crisp and hollow wailing of our neighbor

In front of her dead son

Lost its consonants and the trail of

Vowels seems to me the last echo

In her womb.

This is how I understand Solitude:

I sit in a park bench

And no one sits beside me, save my

Shadow and an echo of vowels ringing

In my ears.

poetry

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vincibueza

Documents my rants and ruminations. Working at the Ateneo de Davao University as Assistant to the President for External Affairs and Head of the Madaris Volunteer Program. Finished MA in Anthropology, focusing on climate change and its socio-cultural effects to the T’boli S’bu people of South Cotabato, Southern Philippines.

2 responses to “This is How I Understand Grief, Solitude”

aliceswonderingland

January 16, 2013 at 6:19 pm

The Versatile Blogger Award

I nominated you xx

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1. vincibueza
  
  January 17, 2013 at 3:32 pm
  
  Thank you! 🙂
  
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