Salamat Mr D

I never wrote a poem.

I did short stories, but youthful indifference lost them.

Ramblings in writing? Undoubtedly.

I remember one precious nobela, but hey it had no chance of survival in the era of floppy diskettes and if the only other copy was printed, I'm thinking kaburaraan or paper ageing finally destroyed it.

A one-act play script entitled "Ang Child Star". Yet where is it? In a hiding place inside my brain; born from ennui.

Poetry, it is intimidating. May ritmo, may sukat, may tunog, may lalim. It does not have the freedom of a chatter. It is free will in certain kinds of constraints. It is Poetry.
Now, I am no longer convinced. If I have my heart, my pen (most of the time it's a keyboard) and the metaphors, it is just writing in measures.

Right?

Exciting.