National Poetry Day and Month April 20, 2025
"Poetry as a Bridge for Peace and Inclusion"
Dr Abe V Rotor
Living with Nature - School on Blog [avrotor.blogspot.com]
In 2025, April 20th is a Sunday, and that is the start of National Poetry Month. National Poetry Month is a celebration of poetry, encouraging reading, writing, and sharing of poetic works. While National Poetry Day is usually celebrated on the first Thursday of October, National Poetry Month occurs throughout the month of April.
1. Meditation in the Air *
“Down below I see my friends, my neighbors, and me.”
A wisp of smoke greets the lazy morning air from among the trees that line a creek appearing like a miniature forest. Summertime, 2013.
Take me for a moment away from you, Mother Earth,
higher than the highest mountain, the tallest building,
that I may view life whole and solid and unabridged
in a perspective beyond details, and without stirring:
I see clouds shrouding you from the sun and blue sky,
in cumulus like giant mushroom on the horizon, rising,
and released into nimbus, becoming heavy, falling as rain
in the accompaniment of wind, thunder and lightning.
I see rivers swell and lakes fill to the brim in monsoon,
flooding fields and pasture, spilling through the valley,
meandering, roaring over waterfalls and boulders,
resting in swamps and estuaries, then flowing to sea.
I see farmers in the field, women and children, too,
and work animals pulling the plow and the harrow;
I hear singing and laughter and joyous conversation,
barking of dogs, cackling of fowls trailing the furrow.
I see harvesters gather the golden grains by hand;
drying shocks in the sun, and building haystacks;
I see flocks of pigeon and native chicken gleaning,
women and children, the sun setting on their backs.
I see the fields scorched, a smoke here and there -
bush fire! when the grass dries up bursts into flame
spreading all over, burning anything on its path -
what a waste! but it is nature's work and game.
I see poor harvest, good harvest, where and why,
crops early or late, and fields never planted at all;
I see farming a way of life, farming as a business,
and farm life in all seasons, happiness is its goal.
I see children flying kites of various makes and colors,
beside them grownups cheering, coaching, flying
their own kites too, oh, they have not forgotten
the art of their childhood, so do I, reminiscing.
I see children playing patintero, trompo and sipa,
games of old folks when they too, were children;
games of beetles and spiders as gladiators;
palo de sebo and pabitin cannot be forgotten.
I see tourists, I see balikbayan, I see old and young;
familiar and unfamiliar faces, sweet, shy, and bold;
I see children going to school, housewives to market,
people of all walks of life, always on the move.
I see the hills and mountains, to me they're the same,
but where have the forests gone, the pasture?
I see the rivers, the lakes and ponds old as they are,
I have always loved all of these as I love nature.
I have seen enough, let me return, Mother Earth,
to my home, sweet home, on the farm, to my family;
and tell them of what I've seen in my short sojourn;
down below I saw my friends, my neighbors, and me. ~
* Publiished Greater Lagro Gazette April-June 2016 Issue. Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School-on-Air) Dr Abe Rotor and Ms Melly C Tenorio 738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday [www.pbs.gov.ph]
2. Come, let me give your eyes rest.
"Look deep into this image painted by one whose eyes have long sought for peace and rest through some connection with Nature." - avr
Dr Abe V Rotor
Come, let me give your eyes rest, in acrylic (33.5" x 24") by AV Rotor 2025
Painting on display at the Living with Nature Center, San Vicente, Ilocos Sur
Are your eyes tired of too much exposure on the computer, day and night, hour after hour, rushing up school assignments, work-at-home deadlines, tracking down news here and abroad, or simply playing games which is actually a straining pastime?
Are your eyes tired from heavy schedule in office, at the workplace, driving through heavy traffic beating rush hour and the Bundy clock, for hours, going out and back home, at daybreak and after work, and doing errands in between?
Are your eyes tired of too much drama on stage and screen, audio-visons virtually without end, fiesta or no fiesta, searching for apparition in the sky, braving the camera and floodlights, looking into the lens for the unseen, and now, with AI magical power?
Are your eyes tired of blinding and blinking lights on the highway complex of vehicles, floodlights and billboards, in restaurants and bars, even in the park you think relaxing to spend a weekend with your family, or simply alone for reflection?
Are your eyes tired of reading novels, printed or e-book versions by your favorite authors like Hemingway, for contemporary realism; Pasternak, for refined radicalism; Mark Twain, for boys' adventure; Jules Verne, for early futurism?
Are your eyes tired of the imagery of Future Shock and Eco-Spasm by Alvin Toffler, of Uncle Tom's Cabin in the age of slavery in the US, of Ann Frank's Diary of a lonely and frightful world in Nazi Germany, of Orwellian Big Brother syndrome in "1984"?
Are your eyes tired, seeing not only real vision but after-visions accumulated through hours and hours of concentration in school, office, home, and residues of visual experiences surreptitiously stored in your Jungian psyche?
Look deep into this image painted by one whose eyes have long sought for peace and rest, for connection with Nature in the sky and into the deep, in the microcosm of a leaf, filaments of algae, rootlets, buds, myriads of unseen mysteries of creation.
And in seeing all these, you may find your way back to the road of beauty, innocence
and joy, to the simplicity and harmony of life and living. ~
Details of Are your eyes tired? painting.

Left, author and artist (right) poses with a fellow senior citizen and friend, Gerry Singson. Students from the University of Northern Philippines on a study tour at the Living with Nature Center. The painting, cautions those on the "busy lane" to slow down a bit and reflect on the lighter side of life.
3. Wishing Mural of Nature
A travelogue-on-wheels
Painting by Dr Abe V Rotor

Reflection and Meditation
A travelogue-on-wheels, St Paul College of Ilocos Sur, San Vicente, Ilocos Sur
Take me into the scenery, though by imagination, make it virtually true; for I have missed life on the road, life in sports, life in adventure;
Take me to where the sun seeps through the leaves and cast a thousand art of figures and views, in kaleidoscope colors and designs;
Take me to where the leaves fall and make a litter on the forest floor, where new life arises, where the cycle of seasons goes on and on;
Take me to where the birds sing in the trees, where the fowls roam, the crawlers play hide and seek, where crickets fiddle, cicadas sing;
Take me to where the night breaks into dawn, the sun rises in glorious rays and beams, where dewdrops reflect into a myriad of pearls;
Take me where twilight heralds the coming of night in silence and peace, the world in deserved rest amidst stars and fireflies;
Take me to the edge of the land by the sea and lake, to where the river flows in tranquility, the streams and rivulets sing sweetly;
Take me to where the pond reflects the blue sky, clouds building into rain, and birds flying on their route at the urging of nature;
Take me into the horizon, beyond the measure of this view, that I may discover more to add into the richness of this masterpiece;
Take me to where my prayers of thanksgiving, my reverence for life are offered in humility, respect and adoration to the Great Maker. ~
Ilocos Upland in acrylic on canvas (5ft x 12ft) by A V Rotor, 2017
4. Children Painting under the Trees)
Take the young ones close to Mother Nature
Living with Nature Center
Dr Abe V Rotor
Living with Nature - School on Blog (avrotor.blogspot.com)
Also open Naturalism -the Eighth Sense
Summer Integrated Children's Workshop at the San Vicente Botanical
Garden (Living with Nature Center), San Vicente, Ilocos Sur.
Take time out from TV, computer, malling;
life's so dull, busy yet empty;
The left brain's overworked, the right idle,
growing up is a sad story.
Take time out in summer away from school,
put down your books and depart;
give imagination a chance over knowledge
through creativity in the art.
Take time out to be close to Mother Nature,
draw and paint under the trees,
recreate the world you wish it should be,
let your worries go with the breeze.
Take time out to be your real self, discover
beyond the world of reality,
with myriad colors and the paintbrush,
the boundless realm of fantasy. ~
5. Nature, Painting and Peace
Dr Abe V Rotor
Living with Nature School on Blog
Rock well in acrylic by AVR
A world in a world their own
deep in the deep unknown;
domain of the bold and mean,
lovely, yet lonely, unseen.
Pinsal Fall, Sta. Maria. Ilocos Sur
Rage, rage and fall free
as you seek liberty;
surrender to gravity,
flow, flow out to sea
Light in the Forest, acrylic AVR
Be benevolent, lose your crown,
let the sun in,
nourish those in your shade.
'til they turn green. ~
"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is the painting that is felt rather than seen." - Leonardo da Vinci