jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

thunderstorm/bumayakabak

bumayakabak

iti sirok ti rukbos

ruros ti langit

–haiku in Iluko, my dialect, as one born in the archipelago’s northernmost tip  with which I rarely speak and have been learning to write only two years ago.

Iluko is of Austro-Polynesian and Malay roots, one of 87 dialects in the Philippines. Syllables are read as written, no dipthongs–u’s are pronnounced as long o’s and o’s as short; all a’s are short and the ng as in ung. Pilipino, mainly from dialects spoken in the lowlands that has integrated languages from migrations and colonizations, is the national language of the Filipinos.

thunderstorm–

in the grove

shreds of sky

A priceless jornal for me.

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February 2, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , ,

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