Its wings touched by dawn,
a firefly still against glass.
Too late for cupped hands.
-o-
I’ve been silent for quite a while, trying to deal with many things both happy and sad. The world continues to spin in its mad axis, and apparent evil on the seesaw with the seeming good. So here’s another day. We try. Again.
EDIT… this pretend-haiku came up after reading a good friend on Goodreads.com had posted on a discussion board. HERE IS THE LINK to that page. Maraming salamat, Ryan.
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Jim Pascual Agustin writes and translates poetry. Sometimes he tries his hand at essays and stories.
His latest book is BLOODRED DRAGONFLIES, published by Deep South in South Africa. Check out the official blog page for Bloodred Dragonflies.
In 2011 the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House in Manila released BAHA-BAHAGDANG KARUPUKAN (poems in Filipino) and ALIEN TO ANY SKIN (poems in English). The same publisher released his most recent poetry collections SOUND BEFORE WATER and KALMOT NG PUSA SA TAGILIRAN. In 2015 a new poetry collection in English, A THOUSAND EYES was released. His first collection of short stories in Filipino, SANGA SA BASANG LUPA, was released in 2016. UK publisher The Onslaught Press launches his poetry collection, WINGS OF SMOKE, worldwide in February 2017. San Anselmo Publications released HOW TO MAKE A SALAGUBANG HELICOPTER & OTHER POEMS in 2019 followed by CROCODILES IN BELFAST & OTHER POEMS in 2020 - both books can be purchased through their Facebook page.
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Matangmanok 
January 21st, 2015 at 03:29
Beautiful, Jim.
January 22nd, 2015 at 16:36
Thanks, Ryan. You gave me the idea for this.