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First Annual Festival of Women's Poetry *********************November 2008********************* :: *International section :: Women poets from around the World :: Filipina poets :: Nerisa del Carmen Guevara
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 Nerisa del Carmen Guevara
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Nerisa del Carmen Guevara was a medicine student once at the University of Santo Tomas. She graduated with a B.S. Biology degree in the same Univeristy in 1993. She finished her Master of Arts Major in Creative Writing last April, 2004 at the University of the Philippines, Diliman.

She was Thomasian Poet of the Year with a record-breaking grand slam of first, second and third places in the USTETIKA in 1995. She was an Amelia Lapena Awardee for Poetry in 1996 and then in 1997, a Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awardee for Poetry in English once in 1999. She was an apprentice pangalay dancer of the Ligaya Fernando-Amilbangsa Alun-alun Dance Circle. She has performed with Grace Nono, Joey Ayala, Cynthia Alexander and Pinikpikan. She has produced her first book and CD of songs called Reaching Destination, Poems and the Search for Home. It was the only album to receive a Special Citation for Best Secular Album in the 27th Catholic Mass Media Awards.

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"27"

And by the time I reach 80
I would have fallen in love with
An entire city.
All the people on the streets
Would follow me down with
A knowing.
All hate gone. All sorrow.
The word absence would not
make sense.

The dinosaurs are still underground;
All the species the eco-warriors were not able to save
Have walked without regret to wastelands they haven’t found yet;
Most of the people we love, walking or dead,
Are sometimes in the dust we sweep out on Sundays.
The trees always leave an instant mix,
Just add water
And we are still
Here
Remembering even what we try to forget.

The once loved, the once loving,
The kept, the abandoned,
Finally making sense of it all.

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