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Indak

Indak

 

Dance with me,

I want to be your partner

 

What shall it be?

What is danced

Under a Filipino

Moon,

 

Call it “Buwan” or

“Bulan”?

 

Something

Spanish or more

Ancient?  Or

Worked out

Today?

 

As long as we

Might touch

 

Dancing now,

Because as the

Orleans song

Is sung,

 

And love is all around

 

Maybe spouse-sun

Will dance, too,

Who might be

“Arawa”

 

In lore, married

With the moon

 

All nature dances

To (what is called

In many places)

The

 

Harmony of spheres

 

Earth turns

Sun smiles

 

Gravity collides

With magnetic

Fields

 

In joy of being a

Universe

 

Day ends, merges

With jazzy dusk

 

Ready to step

And slide under

The rhythm of

Choice selection

From a heavenly

Combo:

 

Night is falling,

 

And I am calling you:

 

Dance with me

 

Touch my hand

And, with me,

Glide

 

https://www.quora.com/What-is-a-name-that-means-moon-in-filipino

“Dance with Me” recorded by Orleans

 

Word-High July: Welcome!

 

Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

 

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

Liftoff

Liftoff

 

Late

 

I’m driving home,

High-beams

Looking out for

Deer whom I

Might then drive

Around

 

Yellow center

Lines with white

On either side,

 

Bushes and trees

Farther off still

Line the road,

Marching back

In layers of green

 

And black that

Make up the

Horizon, too,

Which I see in

Front of me

 

Then—I hadn’t

Thought of

This—the moon

Rises in my

Direction (that is,

 

The way I’m

Going) behind

Dark verdure

Rows

 

Half-disc bright

Red-orange

Startling the

Sleepy countryside

Into becoming,

As if in an

Astral spell, a

 

Rising plain of

Backlit silhouettes

 

Sentinel at night

Ascends like

An ancient mother

Ship leaving

The quiet earth

Where it has

Hid, now taking

Its watchkeepers

Home;

 

Maybe, too,

A matriarchal

Ark as well, bearing

DNA of flora

And fauna,

Gene-tracings

 

In chromosomes

Of mitochondria

 

Lifting all toward

Freedom of

The Earth, carrying

Our errant

Molecules through

To what we say

Is outer space:

 

Passing other

Spheres of cosmic

Condensation,

 

Asteroids and

Planetoids and

More substantial

Yet nascent

 

Un-wakened

Denizens of

Rock and fire

 

Cradles for

Star-making,

Entering nebulae,

The vessel-charge

At last and

With a knowing

Satellite’s prophetic

Discretion,

 

Diffuses organic

Atoms inside

 

Entropy-laden

Stellar capacity,

Static potential

Wanting alien

Life

 

To incite and

Render systems

Viable for carbon

Habitation;

 

And so

 

Our lives together

Evolve into

The future of

World-making

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