Eloida Capuno Poems

tonight i saw the moon
i thought i saw it smile
i lifted my teacup
it nodded in acceptance
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This is nothing to be ashamed of
Her mother used to say
This abject poverty is not
our fault
...

a tiny bud is plucked from the garden
and thrust into a watered vase with the others
it struggled to find space in that little vase
competing with the other flowers
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'for thou art dust, and unto dust
thou shall return'

you and i
...

each night and day
brings me closer
to the edge
the stiff cliff
...

i slept soundly for the
first time in many years
and though i woke up
to a gloomy rainy morning
...

there is something strange
i see in your smiles
it was not the spontaneous
parting of your lips
...

maybe i have become jaded
in this world of utter
shamelessness
that one simple act
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the eyes are the medium
the indicium of prurient thoughts
unspoken, yet the intense gaze
channels the basal carnal needs
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your eyes spoke eloquently
in silence
gaze darting
as if at any moment
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