Vizcocho, Gerard Dominic A.

ZGE 1109 - ITBE

Inspired by Rizal’s literary genius, I tried to write poems that wouldn’t change a nation but I think this is
a good start. I wrote about the darkness of the night in the first sonnet and in the second one, I wrote about
peeling potatoes. These are both petrarchan sonnets with the second one being a parody of the famous sonnet 43
of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Nyctophobic
By gdav
I go on a delirium whenever it is night.
I always see things I know i shouldn’t see.
When I try to tell it, they’ll say it’s just me.
Although in my heart, I know they are not right.
I try to think that I’m all right,
until I saw a white man standing before me.
Though I know how things would be,
I still hoped that someone would fight this wight.
As I was about to cry, I saw my Mom.
She defended me against the night and the darkness of it.
For the final time, I cursed the night and the nights to come.
And my fear of the night was gone. I admit.
I now love the night although I feared it before.
The blackness of the night is now what I adore.

How Do I Peel Thee?

By gdav
How do I peel thee? Let me count the ways.
I peel the to the depth and breadth and height
My peeler could reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of this peeling and frying ways.
although my hands ache, I peel thee to the level of everyday’s
most quiet need, by hand and by peeler. It’s night!
I peel thee passionately, as I need sleep this night.
I peel thee perfectly, as I end this craze.
I peel thee so that I could eat.
Even though I don’t know how to cook.
I peel thee although I’m sure that’s it.
With the knowledge I learned form the cooking book.
I peel thee with a peeler i seemed to lose.
I’ll peel thee better after i eat, if God choose.