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ALBERT B. CASUGA, a Philippine-born writer, lives in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, where he continues to write poetry, fiction, and criticism after his retirement from teaching and serving as an elected member of his region's school board. He was nominated to the Mississauga Arts Council Literary Awards in 2007. A graduate of the Royal and Pontifical University of St. Thomas (now University of Santo Tomas, Manila. Literature and English, magna cum laude), he taught English and Literature (Criticism, Theory, and Creative Writing) at the Philippines' De La Salle University and San Beda College. He has authored books of poetry, short stories, literary theory and criticism. He has won awards for his works in Canada, the U.S.A., and the Philippines. His latest work, A Theory of Echoes and Other Poems was published February 2009 by the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House. His fiction and poetry were published by online literary journals Asia Writes and Coastal Poems recently. He was a Fellow at the 1972 Silliman University Writers Workshop, Philippines. As a journalist, he worked with the United Press International and wrote an art column for the defunct Philippines Herald.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

6. A TALE OF A TRYST (A Poem Triggered by a Ligne Donne)



A TALE OF A TRYST


Espy on her moving foglike through snowpacked flowerbeds,
and quietly draw the blinds lest you startle the feral cat
before she turns and gets to the edge of the cabin porch blurred
into the landscape by fine snow---still with graceful gait,
still oblivious of frantic twitter from the quivering branches,
still the master of her needs.

Watch her walk sure-footed in her own footsteps through
benighted garden snow, clear prints in each old crater,
meandering steps on steps like old markers or old habits.

This is the way of the free, the wizened, and the wise:
track back to where the wild spirit finds the true wild heart
wandering where it once found warmth and caress when
none could be hunted.

Espy on her moving to the edge of the porch,
close enough to feel the fire, close enough
to want to jump on a lap and fearlessly, gently snuggle
where love burned bright and rages still. Then take her in.


--- ALBERT B. CASUGA
Mississauga, January 18, 2011


This poem was posted on Dave Bonta's Morning Porch 22 minutes after Luisa Igloria posted her "Photogram". True to form, Luisa is quick and unerring in her poetic composition. The exercises of writing poems from a given line (ligne donne) is giving me immense life and pleasure. To think that the poem I finished in my "afternoon porch" literally complements Luisa's (compliments, too)! (Inset: Norfolk ,Virginia poet Luisa Igloria)

Indeed, two "playing" poets get their thought molecules colliding in cyberspace. It is serendipitous!

The Bonta line:

Fine snow blurs the edges of the porch. The feral cat has walked in her own footsteps through the garden, a clear print in each old crater. ---Jan. 18, 2011 Morning Porch, Dave Bonta (http://www.morningporch.com/)

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