Word-High July: Silakbo



Slamming doors, breaking plates
shouted words full of hate.
My home’s a prison full of anger,
with two loud adult boxers.
Night and day are spell in yells,
oh, it’s like earth’s version of hell.
Then one deafening night
turned so silent,
sun welcomed their bodies wrapped
in blood-made blanket.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash

In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 8 – Silakbo.

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55 thoughts on “Word-High July: Silakbo”

  1. A gory end to such fighting. At least now there is quite for the neighbors and for the used to be argueing dead, there is peace in death (I hope!). well done.

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  2. and another body hits the floor as your blog’s body count rises 😉 I was wondering when death was going to enter into this series. Grim Reaper take a bow! This is an excellent poem about the dangers of letting that emotional outburst escalate.

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  3. The poem itself was so tense and built up great suspense, and I just love the gory ending, not for the gore, but for how poetic you made it: “sun welcomed their bodies wrapped
    in blood-made blanket.” ~> That’s just beautiful. Heartbreaking…but beautiful.

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      1. I don’t know that I have so much a positive outlook, just things are what they are. None of us can go back and change the past. Even if we could, where would we be today if we were to change something that happened back then? Thanks for your sweet comments, Rosema. 🙂 Have a blessed day.

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  4. […] And sometimes, after reading a short book to them, I will ask (per the teacher’s instructions) if they have any questions. I won’t always say about the book, figuring they would realize that. With kindergarten and first grade though, you should be specific. Because they will ask any kind of question, about the most off-the-wall subject. Or, instead of asking a question when asking if there are any questions, they’ll raise their hand and TELL you something. […]

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  5. My home’s a prison full of anger, . . .

    I think of Shirley Jackson when I read this verse. (Jackson wrote “The Lottery” and other drastic stories.) Words have consequences in the actions that follow. There’s that power again–in words–that you so wisely know and express.

    Trying to stay on your good side, sister!

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