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
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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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.