Kundiman (Serenade) Poem by Eddie Roa

Kundiman (Serenade)



Kundiman

A tune and its refrains hauntingly crooned,
While a guitar is strummed in soulful rhythms,
A mellow leitmotif for a kundiman.
Plaintive words from an ignored swain,
A lad emoting as only the lovelorn can.

As if obliged the moon shone bright at
A night that was quiet except for the chirps
Of pesky nocturnal winged creatures,
Thoughtless of the pain of a boy in swoon
In sympathy the dogs did not bark at the moon.

The kundiman played on and on,
While the strings struggled to keep pace
With the erratic rhythm of a dragged out tune.
Sang by a smitten singer looking at a window
That stayed closed hiding a fair maiden's face.

Oh, the promises were high and plentiful,
The sadness and the sting of rejection heavy,
For a moment even the mocking nocturne of chirps
Subsided as if relenting to the heart-rending pleas,
Ever eloquent in words and in song.

The nacred windows stayed unopened,
All through the cold and hostile darkness,
A song that can soften dark angels' hard core
Fell on unhearing ears and an unheeding heart.
The kundiman will play on as it always did.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Juneil Sechico 27 April 2009

Harana is the sweetest and most delightful way to impress someone you love....Too bad to know that the most of the youngsters are counting it now as Badoy and Jologs.... Nice piece Eddie...!

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Glenn Mark Amor 18 April 2009

I'm fortunate that I was able to witness how serenading done to my aunt, when I was in province.. it was sweet.. =)

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Mel Vincent Basconcillo 09 April 2009

oh the harana is sweet and delightful aint it? 2 bad i got no voice nice poem

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Eddie Roa

Eddie Roa

Manila. Philippines
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