MASCOTA

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

The day has just begun.
Here in my studio flat the air reverbs
With notes of dance music from disco fame
Preparing my psyche for the gym time waitin’.

From here I’m transported back to the 60s.
A tot I was then watching Ybanag culture
From my curious yet ignorant social focals.
There to wallow a bit as my Grandpa struts
The humble sala of our rising new home
Displaying with gusto the music of mascota
Dances with my Grandma to savor eternity
Of merriment and glowful likings for cultural spree
Of our locality we call by thee: Ybanag.

[Philippines, 08 November 2010]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


No, lost shan’t you be.
Not when the voltages of inspiration’s currents
Flow like undiminished floods of recurrent
Seawaves upon imagination’s canvasses.

Let me find and catch you
In your deep slumber: ‘tis not your sad departure.
You’ve bid me no goodbye, not that I remember.

O! Poetic instinct of my inner chambers!
Come out of your doors when I have
Need of your benevolent company.


[Writ. 08 Jan.’88, U.P. Village, Quezon City, M.Manila]