Lately I’d been who I was not, and it was a constant struggle of finding myself again. I was on a literary sabbatical since the day I came home to Butuan. But yesterday, I broke the fast. I have begun reading poetry again, and I can say that I have returned to my first love.
The hike up to Zoila’s Sanctuary – a quaint piece of mountain that Tito Monching owns in Taligaman, and the venue for our poetry reading – was tiring. But I had to keep in mind that I was doing this for the love of poetry. If not for the majestic view of towering, emerald trees, I might as well had run back to the car and just read poems to myself.
Before the reading, introductions were made and I got to see different personalities and characters. It was a meeting of brilliant minds, and of course I felt like I was one of them!
I got the chance to share two poems. One, an original by moi which showcases a hopeful lady waiting for her
muscle car man to come. And the other somehow a talk-back to the girl given the name Penelope, in the poem Binangkal, Penelope by Corazon Almerino the latter being a personal favorite, and which quickly became everyone’s:
Penelope, kaon og binangkal.
Wala’y pulos kanang magsige’g
Paabut nianang tawo nga galisud
Og tultol sa iyang panimalay.
Wala to siya gilamat uy. Daghan tong
Gihapit-hapit. Daghan pud
Ang Nangapyot ato niya.
Barug dinha ug sulunga
ang tindahan nilang Nang Kikay
Ug pakyawa ang iyang mga
Binangkal. Kon kahibalo ka
Moluto, hala, pagluto og
Haay, Penelope. Kon tinuod man gani
Nga nasaag o gilamat gyud siya,
Dili gihapon niya mapanas
Ang mga gabii sa imong pagtukaw,
Ang imong mga daman,
Ang imong kahingawa.
Kit-kita ug ub-uba
Unya ang mga binangkal.
Kit-kita gyud. Ub-uba.
Ang sobra, tipigi.
Inig uli ato niya, inig tungtong
Niya tungod nianang pultahan,
Gubata dayon og binangkal.
Two very personally relevant poems I could cry binangkal tears.
The whole experience was enlightening. It has been a long, long time since I felt the exhilaration poetry gives me; breathing in and speaking out beautifully juxtaposed words. I’m looking forward to sharing my soul again. Hiatus no more!
Something about binangkal made them crack up.
My tita who is ever supportive of my weirdness.
This is how everyone should spend their weekends!