Jonel Abellanosa


Fractal

hands

drawing circles
               in the air, clockwise
                              counterclockwise

concentric
               viewer mind blanks
                              white than mist, nothing

                              not a thing. not a mountain. not a bird
               where’s the bird, where
moving curves out

                              clouds. home the eye
               in, clockwise, air, the, in
circles drawing

                              look,
               hands,
sleep



Fibonacci Sequence

for
               solitude, three
                              forms, sound: white – thought (like
orchid and the moon), blank – space, black – white

echo

silence
wonders
                if between
                the image and
                               the word for it, place:
heartbeat between pupa and imago. solitude asks, moonlight
or water? pebbles or reflections?

silence and solitude – mirror reflections,
now orphans. between
them eternity – eternity
of watching
the
river
where the
poet drowned himself



Pointillist

me me, meme  delic (deliber) ate

extra flick, echo

not shade not shadow

the thing thinged

preface blue with deep

to berry                 put it to pebble

floor where no water seeps

tree crowns  tree crowns   tree crowns

don’t touch,

not leaf but air

the bird, the leaf but light

the long view                

meander

me               under

sibilance    grasses part

potential                    slither 

potent-shall

love twice the comma ripple is

on edge, abstract, timed

beats

ways measures pull

the period

a stone

an era long gone, erased

if it’s the last space

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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