May 12, 2008 at 11:49 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)


There is a shanty towards

which a man is walking

this hot afternoon. As he

walks, he knows he is going

to disappear any minute. He

knows the sky could open up

right now and swallow him

whole, tossing him into another

realm. He knows this and

he knows that is why he is

slowly losing himself, as

though the clouds were

beginning to take parts of

him away, the trade-off well

under way. He drifting, being

blown away towards the moment.


– Dominic Alapat.








  1. Joseph said,

    These poems are all very nice, but I think they would be better as prose – I didn’t consider that the poetic form really adds meaning. The meter is unplaceable, the line stops seemingly random, it reads like a series of well written prose sentences stopped every six or so words and then continued on the next line. Just a thought 🙂

  2. Dominic Alapat said,


    You have a valid point regarding my poems, which I would cede to a certain extent. I accept that some readers may find a certain ‘lack of music’ in the lines. However, I also believe that the poetic form which I take to naturally adds a certain visual and aural resonance to what according to me are intrinsically poetic thoughts.

    There are many contemporary poets who don’t write in meter, and still have come to be appreciated by established crtics.Still, an ear used to formal poetry may find my poems somewhat prose-like.

    Most poets aim to capture an inner music in their poems and I am no exception.

    Do continue to visit our blog. You comments are most welcome.

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