By Jonel Abellanosa


If I discovered earlier the mind

also holds its own pen, I’d have seen

in my younger days the world

a linguistic construct, birdflight

and the tree’s open arms shaped

by the mind’s own syntax. Light

is longhand to petals, my pleasant

surprise a verb the mouse used

as moonlight weaves through grass.

Not contented with description,

I’ve to let insight fill the tube.

Between the door and my return,

night is a body of texts to the pen

-wielder between my ears.


Jonel Abellanosa lives in Cebu City, the Philippines. He is a nature lover, an environmental advocate, and loves all animals, particularly dogs. His poetry collections include “Meditations” (Alien Buddha Press), “Songs from My Mind’s Tree” and “Multiverse” (Clare Songbirds Publishing House), “50 Acrostic Poems” (Cyberwit, India), “In the Donald’s Time” (Poetic Justice Books and Art), and his speculative poetry collection “Pan’s Saxophone” (Weasel Press). He loves to self-study the sciences.

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