Some Things Are Yet To Be Daffodils

by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko   May 16, 2015

Your footsteps have built a metropolis,
yet we remain
in the distant plateaus
where Manila faults meet,
looking into a host of flowers,
waiting for their shadows
to turn amaranth.

At a boulevard,
one crystal night,
May came barefooted
(as she always is),
slipping into my window,
never bothering to wake me up...
She remained placid and pensive,
all I heard was the echoes
of your footsteps...

...they camped
deep within my heart
where every dejavu lives on.

Your underground promises
have built a city,
yet we remain here in
these distant plateaus,
looking into a host of flowers,
waiting for them to turn

into Daffodils.

--- Written for Baby Rainbow's Number Game Challenge (:


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  • 3 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Damn Dashiel, this poem it speaks so many volumes. I love the title first of all, it speaks so true to the poem and feelings you wanted to use here, And honestly this seems like it is a very personal and touching poem and to be fair it is hard to pinpoint the exact meaning and I could not do a comment justice. BUT I can speak of the imagery and wording. The imagery is beautiful, It leaves me as the reader breathless because in each stanza you can see the scene playing out, I really like your play of words on May sneaking into your window I thought that was clever. But wow there are emotions I don't know how to feel about on here. Your sadness rings through the beauty of your writes, and flowers enhance that. Congrats on the win my friend. :)