The Longest Poem in the World

I love collecting words. I have a pile of old browned notebooks, dating from way back when I was a teen-ager, filled with a hodgepodge of hastily jotted-down verses, lyrics, sentences, phrases that have caught my attention over the years and kept for posterity.

This piece I am sharing with you is a great favorite. I really don't recall who penned it. But I sure wish that it was I who had written it....

The Longest Poem in the World

I am going to write, someday, the longest poem in the world.

Intricate, wonderful, precise
Flowing as a river flows
Flying as a bird
Singing, singing, and so entirely true
It will melt the heart
And make us all love one another,
Sit in the sun,
Laugh and watch the babies crawl through the soft grass
Making a happy noise.

It will be the longest poem in the world
And for days now I have been hearing it all at once
From beginning to end, all at once.
The words shining and flashing,
The furred words and the quiet mouselike words
The round words and the square words
Orange and green and pale yellow,
Sliding over each other
Kisssing each other on the forehead
Rubbing under the hand like a puppy.

In my head a storehouse of words
And all of them nice.
All of them about love
And buttered rolls
And my girl.

It must be a nice world
For those who can, period.
Who can do it
Have it
Know it without asking why
Or how to hold it.

But I could never be it
Or do it
Or have it
I can only say it.

And I will keep on saying it
And, someday,
That will be the longest poem in the world.

Patience

A Site to Behold

At last.

I proudly present our studio's newly made over website.

Visit www.subjectmatters.com.ph and experience the difference.

Woohoo!

The Return

"Thank God every morning when you get up, that you have something to do that day which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work and forced to do your best will breed in you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues which the idle never know."

~Charles Kingsley

If it seems the loony muse has suddenly evaporated from the face of blogearth, it is because she was unceremoniously yanked by the conspiratorial forces of day-to-day living and dropped right smack in the heart of a thousand and one pressing responsibilities shrieking for immediate attention.

In other words, I had work to do.

Suddenly, everything was happening all at once and I found myself swept in a persistent maelstrom of deadlines.

Seemingly out of nowhere, our studio just boomed.

My husband and I were rendered a tad blindsided by the huge onslaught of projects, and we valiantly fought to face the challenges brought by our clients. For weeks on end, our calendar was blackened out by pencil-marked shoot dates and pre-production appointments. Our phone rang off the hook. Our crew heroically worked overtime after overtime with us.

And there, right smack in the center of the chaos, stood our super-hyper-energetic-strong-michievous toddler son determinedly out to prove to his bewildered parents what "terrible" in age terrible two really means.

Ah! It is no wonder we forgot what a lengthy sleep felt like.

ow, we still are very busy. Our schedule (and son) remains insane. But we have gotten more used to the pace and have made the necessary adjustments to allow us to work more efficiently.... and happily.

Yes, happily.

Never have we felt more fulfilled and blessed. Our venture is prospering, our studio is gaining recognition, our fervent prayers are being answered, our big dream is coming true. All the blood, sweat and tears that we have put into our business is at last paying off.

We are on our way.

Oh, and one more thing.....

I'm back.