Entries from May 2008
Love is what forever is about. Everything may come into pass but love will remain, and all the works of love with it. It is like finding your names etched on a bench you’ve long ago left and may have forgotten; nevertheless it will still strike you with pure joy just remembering that moment long ago when you have written it. And so it will also remind you that after so many years, that love is still alive within you. Like listening to a favorite song, love is hearing every beat and instrument dance with the lyrics. Love gives you pure delight, but it is also giving your all for its cause.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All Rights Reserved.
This photo made me think about what love is. Click photo and its owner links to visit original photo site at Flickr.
Categories: Thoughts
Tagged: Art, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Life, Love, love comes from the most unexpected places, Music, Photography, Reflections, Thoughts, Writing, writing prompts
As I Was Walking Along the Oldest Pub in Prague
The man in the basement where’s his head?
He left it somewhere.
Does he think it’s with me?
You think it’s inside my bag?
Stop pulling my leg and let me go.
Go find it in the kitchen where you left it with your pair of eyes.
In your ancient pans and even more ancient antics,
you’re cooking something novel as pasta-flavored ice sherbets.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All Rights Reserved.
I just want to say I dream of one day visiting Prague. This is in free verse. I didn’t make any corrections yet on this one. Original Photo Title “Watch your step in Prague” uploaded by Angela Lobefaro at Flickr (click photo to follow link).
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: angela lobefaro, Art, as i was walking along the oldest pub in Prague, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Life, Photography, Prague, Reflections, Thoughts, Travel, watch your step in Prague, Writing, writing prompts
I’ve been to the place where the world parts in two; I stood between the two hemispheres at once at Greenwich where the compass of time and date points.
It was the last leg of our tour and despite the day-old fatigue my sensibilities still worked to embrace the wonderful truth that I was standing between two places at once. I wanted to raise my hand, shout in exhilaration and embrace the moment. Instead, of propriety and saneness I settled to closing my eyes and inhaling the sweet and cold December air; as if my whole being is a pocket where I can keep this memory like a golden trinket.
It is given that no two objects can occupy the same place at the same time, but I did occupy two places at once. And all I need was a glass of beer to tell me this; that the rest of the world is just a drink away.
At the end of the day I found myself asking for directions, because I still needed to find my way back home.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All Rights Reserved.
The photo reminded me of my trip to the United Kingdom two years ago. This photo was taken at Greenwich as the owner of the photo claimed and the city seen through the glass is Canary Warf (click photo and owner link above to visit the original site of the photo). I’ve seen the outline of this commercial town (Canary Warf) while on a cruise and I remember my amazement when we reached the south bank of Thames River and the tour guide announced “We are now in Greenwich”. Immediately, the image of a line dividing the globe vertically came to mind. I remember the Greenwich meantime and said to myself “so this is where they part the world in two!”
Categories: Thoughts
Tagged: Art, Canary Warf, creative writing, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Greenwich, Life, London, Photography, Reflections, the world through a glass of beer, Thoughts, Travel, Writing
Music in Verona
Fair Verona has never lost her charm;
air breathing a thousand roses into town.
Where artists and lovers dance with muses,
rare stories tickle the ears like a clown.
Strings of horsehair plucked tear the afternoon:
wings of notes fluttering from a cello,
rings of hope blown like smoke clouds from her lips,
springs of youth passing time like a quick fellow.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All rights reserved.
Original photo title: “Soloist of a talented string quartet” uploaded by Salvatore Falcone at Flickr (click photo to follow link). However, all texts in this post are my works and unauthorized reproduction is prohibited.
This is my first try in constructing a Lento.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Art, creative writing, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Italy, Life, Music, Music in Verona, Poetry, Reflections, salvatore falcone, soloist of a talented string quartet, Thoughts, Verona, Writing, writing from pictures
Time bound
A frog, a fish, and a mouse;
makes the unlikeliest pals.
The mouse writes to the frog who
leapt to the fish who asks why
the boy and the girl sit
lousily before time.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All rights reserved.
Original Photo Title: “Waiting for the Sun” uploaded by Telzey at Flickr (click photo to follow link). What draws me to this photo are the characters in it. The three animals for me represent the creatures of water (fish) and earth (rat), and those that go between the two (frog). The concept of time is in the background as all these creatures even men are bound by time in reality. I like how the children pose in front of the clock as if time means nothing to them and the silhouette of the umbrella even makes the clock look like its broken. I wonder why the creatures of the air are not represented here…are they not time-bound?
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Art, Children, creative writing, creative writing exercise, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Life, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts, time bound, waiting for the sun, Writing, writing from pictures, writing prompts
Possibilities
I remember Nena. We used to do all things together; climb trees, swim the beach near her father’s nipa house, bury ourselves in the sand, get scolded in class for talking to each other too much, fight with nasty boys, cook rice from the little clay pots mother gave me and eat whatever we cooked in it together. It’s not that I don’t have any sisters, we’re 10 in my family, but she has been more than a sister to me, she was my best friend.
Then one fateful evening when I was 12, I remember when were trying to catch some fireflies in the woods, her brother came looking for us. He dragged us out of the woods in panic. He told us their house is getting burned up with their parents and little brother and sister inside. We ran like we’ve never run our entire lives and I saw their once lovely home engulfed in flames like a thousand demons. The fire by next hour destroyed ten more homes and changed the lives of many including mine and Nena’s. Her parent’s and sibling’s remains were found huddled together. Their ashes were thrown in the ocean they have loved forever.
“My brother and his family is moving to Manila tomorrow, and they are taking me with them.” Nena told me as we sat on the cliff watching the sunset.
“How long will you be gone?” I asked her trying hard to hide my grief to another pending loss.
“I’m not sure but I hope to be back every summer.” she said smiling at me. “We still need to catch those fireflies together, don’t we?” she added with hope glistening in her sad eyes.
Now, years later, I remember her as I see the fireflies dancing like little fairies in our garden. I wonder when she will come back or if she ever will. I’m not sure if there are any fireflies in Manila to remind her of her old home.
As I joyfully watch the fireflies gather like some festivity in the dark, a knock came at my front door.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All rights reserved.
Original Photo title Bestfriends 4Ever uploaded by Jeri Daking at Flickr (click photo to follow link). This is my first short story.
Categories: Short Story
Tagged: Children, creative writing exercise, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Friendship, Jeri daking, Life, possibiities, Reflections, Short Story, Thoughts, word prompts, writing from pictures, Writings
Dyed Apparitions
warm breaths
over frosted cobbled-stones:
life’s apparition
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All rights reserved.
Original Photo Title: “We need them to color the world” uploaded by Salvatore Falcone at Flickr (click photo to follow link). All texts on this post are my works and are solely mine. This is the first photograph I worked on writing. I started with a haiku.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Art, Children, creative writing exercise, dyed appartitions, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Life, Photo, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, salvatore falcone, Thoughts, we need them to color the world, word prompts, Writing, writing from pictures
Spring Kiss
A sister’s kiss greeting
a hello and goodbye;
when showers bloom.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All rights reserved.
Original Photo Title: “a little kiss” was uploaded by Tatsuya Matsunaga at Flickr (click photo to follow link). All texts on this post are my works and are solely mine. This is another one of my attempts at Haiku, entitled Spring kiss.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Art, Children, creative writing exercise, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Life, Photo, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, spring haiku, Tatsuya Matsunaga, Thoughts, word prompts, Writing, writing from pictures, writing prompts
A voice is heard
the prayer
little hands, eyes
adore towards heaven
angels stop and listen to the
request.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All rights reserved.
Original Photo title “A child’s Prayer” uploaded by Rafaelito Elciario at Flickr (click photo to follow link). All texts in this post are my works and are solely mine. This is my first attempt at constructing a Cinquain.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: a voice is heard, Art, Children, creative writing exercise, Culture, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Life, Photo, Photography, Poetry, rafaeito elciario, Reflections, Religion, Thoughts, word prompts, Writing, writing from pictures, writing prompts
Longing for mother
The child
with her lola’s
aged warmness withered
hands longing to replace mama’s
blanket.
© 2008 Elisha Gay C. Hidalgo. All rights reserved.
Original Photo title “Child with lola” uploaded by Jeri Daking at Flickr (click photo to follow link). All texts on this post are my works and are solely mine. I tried constructing another Cinquain here.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Art, Children, creative writing exercise, Culture, elisha gay cundangan, elisha gay hidalgo, Jeri daking, Life, longing for mother, Photo, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts, word prompts, Writing, writing from pictures, writing prompts
