Friday, December 26, 2014

A Poem by Jonel Abellanosa

           After the visual art Astronomy by Abstract Astronomy
This latest probe proves beyond any doubt
there’s a chunk of the universe in the brain’s
blackest region: clustered planets like ours
gathered from galaxies that string our destinies
in the microscope’s cloud metaphors
shaded in violets, whites and oranges.
What these mists are remain unclear, but
these minute orbs hold versions of
ourselves repeating dissimilar lives,
as we have long argued.
The next times you travel in dreams
or imagine the future unfold its myriad
possibilities, or think you’re recalling,
know that they’re real: you’re an observer
of your selves happening elsewhere,
whether you’re father, son, husband
or grandfather. 
Jonel Abellanosa resides in Cebu City, the Philippines.  Remembering things that seem to never have happened, he thinks this life on Earth may not be his first.  He continues to search for more proof that ultimate hope is real.  Instead of relying on science, he approaches poetry like a pilgrim, prayerful in discerning the eternal other poets might have consciously or inadvertently left in their works; looking for universal hope expressing itself in different forms through stories of ordinary individuals. 

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