Objet d’Art

Your eyes pierce through me
Into the core
Through the core
Until there is only you

And where have I gone?

I am the breath that stokes your mind’s fire
Everywhere you are I am with you
The way an artist devours her subject
And is in turn consumed by it


Lia Lopez-Chua

Song of the Kabuki Player

There is a pain aimless in the air tonight
and it finds me
as I am thinking of you
I tighten my robe a bit
thinking this way I shall be closer
to what I suffer
closer still to all that shame
that once gathered arms against me
then I hum to myself the odd song
of the beggar maid to the storm
knowing that something terribly old and ancient
has been passed on to us by way of this air
we breathe
and it is not saying anything


Lia Lopez-Chua




A haiku from César Ruiz-Aquino

She can make day black,
Night blacker. But her color
Of colors is pink

Poetry by Lia Lopez-Chua

Alone

I have nothing more to ask of myself
what beginnings I had
I have devoured them all
I am empty I am full

Every day I rise at dawn
I put on my name
and paint a big fire on the wall
I pretend the house is burning
the firemen all dead

The house burns all day
it will go on till night breaks
I live in the heat
never burned never charred

A stiff cluster of pasts goes on
clinging like molds all over me
disrobe me no future wind will dare
I am dressed I am not going anywhere


Lia Lopez-Chua