Short Provinces Poems

Out of the provinces, lies my line...
Toiling the toxic night, 
Nightmarish lackey of the routine... 

I, child of the leaves...
Left the soil,
My Memsahib detached... 

My soul beats the sidewalk,
A drain to a city's sidewall... 

Am a volatile turbine,
Urging my soul to rest in the shed,
Away from the jostled shadows... 

Losing time, 
I lose the fragrance of the sunshine....

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I-ndigenous inhabitants/people 
G-enuinely 
O-ccupying the mountainous 
R-ealm that was 
O-fficially 
T-ransformed into
S-ublime scenery.


For my IP roots from the mountain city and provinces of the north, also known as Cordillera, that has been practicing unique cultures and traditions for years, blended with the cultures of some European and North American countries, especially the love of country music. 

September 24, 2022, 8:05 AM...

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A single dream is worth
a thousand realities.
                    J.R R. Tolkien 

When the world
closes in and presses all ill 
to squeeze what space 
you have into a tiny ball - 
there are always
places where you can go, 
be it a quiet wood
or beside a pebbly stream 
or any other refuge 
your soul can dream.
Such places are beyond
the machinations 
of the State, safe provinces 
of the creative mind,
chaos and tariff free  -
the real estate 
of the Sublime.
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