Thursday, October 12, 2017

wildfire

wildfire

wildflower war
in the fields
cross my room

the leaves of petals
through the middle
of before and now

travelling over
the arrow flashes
beneath the sun

where again
the petal spears
a catchy song

brush over shadows
with shadow alone
shielding love

the hour of time
a mirror of the flower
in the petal's hold

pulled by the stem
the surface
a living hour

ripening pestle
ground in the petal
abstemious stem

flower in the field
field to the flower
beheld by rain

verses of a day
bees in the leaves
shrub casting petals

hopeful as tender
the bodice and plume
vision of beauty

for watchful harness
the water itself
breaks into fuse

the water arouses
a fiery quiver
bay glistened shadow

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

SENORA

La Brigada por mares navega
Rutas que al corazon sabe a sed
Al corazon solo se pronuncia
Late al amaranta y a saber
Lo que solo el gobierna, vida
El rio de su manto florece
Las vueltas que por ellas se harta
El huerto resulto y la cosecha
Retira de su huesped sistema
Un sicronicmo adios en estar
Fruto de flor es recuerdo a mano
La creacion y el baile de ella
Encuentra creacion a volumenes
Ayer por el futuro fue su sen


ODE TO MAO

ODE TO MAO


The loveliness comes from the enlightened brow
  wellspring a power of cultural revolt
Signed in the hour of its great flower
The tumult aegis the regaling hour


Does the petal interrogate the stem
Would it rather recede or reject the rain?
I doubt were it revealed the pollen’s pain
Was lack where whereby to gather and breathe


And turning to its others to repeal
What they had all enjoined to develop
A circular jewel the necklace’s silk
Upon a road that greated over all


The flower is the order of the wall
A caterpillar climbed to be as tall

Sunday, February 26, 2017

lagrimas poeta

no quise escribir por las lagrimas
que por no saber del cielo no llore
arroyaron en un muro azul
cuadros de bellezas y de versos
fueron tapices de seda y pirul
olian de algo tan tierno y puro
que hasta ahora no se describirlo
le doy vuelta a la cabeza y veo
las huellas de la alma lloraban por mi
y yo seguia mi rutina igual
ni esperanzas ni dudas habia
la paz que siempre fue mia es mia
todo esto me sirve a explicar
el poesia no es nada de mi
que yo no busque y no ofreci

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

the tree is brushstroke and brush


the beautiful people

the trees encircle

like vines of their vision

shades of an innocence

the hourglass of the leaf

as green reply speaks

when sun pushes shadows

over the branches

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Evening Song

Watching as evening overcomes the sun
Greater than what has come before
Tomorrow is everything unknown since
Power of forever an hour
Time in time’s hands and ever merciful
Give answers to the sufferer’s hunger
Make the means available great hallow
Just as every flower has been given
To altars for the tragic mistaken,
The earth under the passions of spring
The pollen in proportionate gift
Then as redemption the day is consigned
For seasonal oblivion to live on
Destruction for beauty to overcome

Monday, February 1, 2016

Beholding Langston


Langston walks over to the gaze of the lense.

Looks out across a century and leans

Casual serendipity anxious eyes beams

Suited for laughter, the glare ever since

Joplin over rivers born in between

The flow of the letters ancient to him

Renewed by the footsteps, focus to gain.

Seriously bargained to be again.

Watching the riverbanks spelling their pain

To Seats of the desk where writers go blank

The author amused with his elegance

Attained by the gaze of the photograph

Onward their destiny beckoned to spend

Hughes in the open faced alphabet pens