Love Poem for Deutsch

My hopes are deepened

and on its own

monotony is disturbed enough

to open its eyes

to you

 

And I am healed with you

 

Simply because I do not know you yet

 

You are new

 

And I

 

Cannot be bored

And can only explore

 

How each word of you

is not

 

What I have always known a word to be

 

– Diana Tan Domantay 02/05/2012

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Not Listening

You could not tell me who I was

or wasn’t

 

Or tell me that I wouldn’t know

either way

 

Only I

 

was allowed to make those declarations against myself

 

repeatedly

 

– Diana Tan Domantay 01/23/2012

Silly

I was so silly with you, man

 

You 23 year old (at the time) man

I told you I missed you when I had known you for less than a day

 

But if I had waited a moment longer

It just wouldn’t have been me

 

It was true though

I did miss you

 

And maybe that was why instead of laughing

You told me that it was okay

 

That it was natural for people to miss people sometimes

 

Then I smiled as if you had just granted me some eternal wisdom

and were lovingly accepting me

 

And were not just being nice to 21 year old (at the time) me

 

I was okay with you knowing that I was longing for you

And I guess so were you

 

Because we planned to see each other again soon

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 01/20/2012

To Frank O’Hara

You breathed notoriety into the beauty

That you believed one person possessed

 

All of the beauty in the whole world was incomparable to this beauty

That you believed one person possessed

 

So much that

you would trade anything for

a moment with

this one person

 

Give it up and

give it all away

 

To speak to this one person over

one common, sweet beverage

 

Dedicated to poet Frank O’Hara, especially for his poem “Having  A Coke With You”

-Diana Tan Domantay 01/15/2012

Gardens

I think about you

at times

when I am walking along

new paths

 

It is sometimes that

these paths

wind to nowhere

 

And sometimes

I am lucky

to follow one

that leads me to a garden

 

Where the smell of flowers is real

 

And where

the world is vastly green and blue

 

Planted in a welcoming quietness

 

And in the yellow daisies

are the whispers of nearby trees

whom may soon bear fruit

 

Though it is impossible for one

to wait

for their readiness

to leave their branches

 

I understand

 

That I must have compassion in my

admittance that

 

It is difficult to wait for something

so sweet

 

And it is then

I cannot help but be reminded

of the countless hours you would spend

in gardens

that look exactly like this one

 

I smile and turn

As if you were there to speak to

 

I forget that you are not here

 

But it is now

I know

if you were

 

You would be waiting

(perhaps more patiently)

 

somewhere just like this

 

 

In memory of my mother who loved gardens

Concepcion Tan Domantay March 4, 1942-July 25, 2001

-Diana Tan Domantay 03/04/2012

 

Unknowing Trade

Now I never will

trade away peaches without knowing

they are gold

 

Until now I never knew

 

Their worth

Their sweetness

Their shine

 

Or the sincere simplicity

I once held at their peak

Of ripeness

 

Which I cannot buy again

But can wait for

 

the honesty

to say hello to them

again

 

Next season

 

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 02/16/2012

Humility

It’s funny believing in humility

To see yourself as something significant, yet small

and being ok with that

 

And knowing that you will

in some ways

never know

 

Yet always strive to understand

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 03/01/2012