I Give My All

Photo by Dupz Escatron Ravelo

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point… ~ mtg

Poem by Gay Tibay-Corbeta

I smile because it is in smiling that I am able to share.

I share because it is in sharing that I am able to see a glimpse of hope.

I hope because it is in hoping that I am able to show I care.

I care because it is in caring that I am able to experience touch.

I touch because it is in touching that I am able to convey love.

I love because it is in loving that I am able to experience sacrifice.

I sacrifice because it is in sacrificing that I encounter death.

I die because it is in dying that I am able to live forever….

I learn to give my all not because I am flowing with so much.

I give because I know how it is to be alone and empty.

10582991_10202516888629474_2934426608343962636_oGay Tibay-Corbeta is an English professor at the Cebu Institute of Technology (CIT) University in Cebu City, Philippines. We both used to teach at the St. Paul University Surigao. 

Winter Morning

Photo by Guia Tiujongco

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…~mtg          

by Marites Avisado-Responte

A morning so cold and misty

My melancholic sighs revealed the

the pain of your absence…

Birds from afar sang a poignant melody

mocking the emptiness as the sounds

of your leaving footsteps barely heard…

The leafless trees raised their boughs with

rancour to welcome the faint gleam of the

morning sun.. made me think the loss

of vigor to live when your gaze so distant

and goodbyes carelessly spoken…

Morning dews lost their luster as tiny drops of

snow fell unceasingly… blurring my hope to bring you back

into my midst, I so desired.

My timeless devotion you can own… I so promised

Yet you chose to depart and only memories I gripped

To go on living and find the pieces to make me whole again…

Where are the colors this world made?

As I danced with you in the summer delight

Would my heart ever sing again? As the leaves

sway gracefully in the autumn breeze…

Now, your absence brought numb of sorrow

and frozen plea not heard…drowned in the stillness of the winter morning….


 Marites Avisado-Responte, fondly called Ites, is a dear friend who loves to write poems. She will be a regular contributor to the Poetry section of The Inflection Point.