A Pacific A Cappella

The page was empty when it came to me

But with white spaces in white spaces



And I felt the need to touch the page

With shape to shapes and hue to hues



Or was I - I am not really sure

Nothing is sure - but it had been touched



With grays and greens of cubes and spheres

Or greens and purples of cubes and spheres



Or purples and reds of cubes and spheres

No! - reds and yellows of cubes and spheres



The colors drifted vividly to the entire page

So vivid that it radiated and touched me



And I thought - I was there

But I was here inside the page



Ravished by the play of no empty spaces

No! - maybe I thought I was here



But I was there inside the page

Ravished by the play of no empty spaces





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About the Author: Vernan Jagunap, an admirer of fine arts and literature since childhod had been mastering the art of writing fictions since year 2000. He is living in Leganes, Iloilo, Philippines where he is trying to write his first novel.

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