Deftly,
I untwisted frayed tendrils
of memories and coaxed
from their strands
remnants of longings
that no longer have names
nor shapes.
As I traced fading trails
to your world, the wind
blew, sending up
in spirals dusty crumbs
of hope.
The heavens choked –
and wept.
—
Jearvy R. Lañohan teaches Literature at the Philippine Science High School Southern Mindanao Campus. She was a fellow at the 2011 Davao Writers’ Workshop.
i love this.
“remnants of longings
that no longer have names
nor shapes.”
=) thanks, loloy.