poetry and other works

Merlie M. Alunan worked for her Masters Degree in English at Silliman University in Dumaguete City, majoring in Creative Writing and studying under Edilberto K. Tiempo. She was a writing fellow of the Silliman University National Summer Writers Workshop and the UP Creative Writing Center. Most of the poems collected in this blogsite are from her first book collection, Hearthstone, Sacred Tree. The other works have also been published in local newspapers and other publications.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Late wind, leaf and moonlight

Tonight I spread thin moonlight
on a young leaf and leave it
at your door.

It may be that while you sleep
Wind will blow it away
Leaving no trace.

The wind's a fickle bastard, though.
It may forget, and then the leaf
Will stay. Waking.

You may find on your doorstep,
Sunlight, the moon gone,
And a leaf fading--

To the fire, to the fire with it,
Lest the late wind returns
To haunt your sleep.

7 Comments:

Blogger iRiSh13 said...

hi! Ms. Merlie I'm to report this poem to the class.. Im having a hard time understanding the poem. Please help me find the wisdom behind it. TNX!!

12:20 AM  
Blogger iRiSh13 said...

hi! Ms. Merlie I'm to report this poem to the class.. Im having a hard time understanding the poem. Please help me find the wisdom behind it. TNX!!

12:21 AM  
Blogger Merlie M. Alunan said...

At 12:00 p.m., only graveyard habitues are abroad. I don't blame you for finding this poem difficult to understand. Besides, the poem is not really saying much--it does create a mood of fragility, though, of our human loves--how the beloved sleeps while the lover makes his tentative offering which a fickle wind may leave behind or blow away with no one knowing more about it. Yet should we go on loving? The poem does not say--there is as much pain in the bonding of lovers as in their distances. Love is a fragile and eternally risky affair... Does this help?

8:04 PM  
Blogger Apol said...

before reading your comment Ma'am Merl, this is what I felt. It's a sweet kind of pain that could only be felt when you love someone.

11:52 AM  
Blogger Merlie M. Alunan said...

Maybe it's all about loving someone and letting that state of being suffice--no need to let the beloved know or care.

We cannot own everything we love. The only way to own them is to let them be. I have a new poem with this line: "The dragonfly that lights on your shoulder must left to fly free to the light which is its world."

6:31 AM  
Blogger Apol said...

This reminds me of what Rilke said that young people shouldn't just fling themselves to a relationship for shallow reasons because there's more to just feeling love.
My experiences have led me to an understanding that it takes a lot of wisdom, temperance and courage to even fathom the idea of not owning everything we love.
and it's going to take more experiences for me to be able to do it myself.
thanks for your poems, Ma'am Merl. your poems have served as my guide in coping with the complexities of our world today.

10:53 AM  
Blogger Merlie M. Alunan said...

The dragonfly that lights upon your shoulders must be left to fly back free to the light which is its world. A hard lesson to learn.

7:04 PM  

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