I didn't know from the moment when
carrion birds appeared, I'd endure
as their shadows circled 'round me,
always there among the entrails.
Nothing officially confirmed,
no out-of-body messages,
even for those nonbelievers,
till after the embrace of warm blood
slipped away into slumber, and later,
daylight terrors, with their unblinking
glare of disenchanted nerve endings,
like matchsticks that never burn out.
Many thousands of them were sent
by their families, which I always
thought of as a migration:
butterflies that didn't understand
having to make the crossing alone.
Las mariposas de Cuba were flown
across the ocean to the mainland.
"Por favor, no me hagas!"
The children might never see
their familias again.
"¿Dónde están mamá y papá?"
And when all of them had grown,
some of the men with children grown,
even the most successful of them
would sit and speak of that day
when their homeland disappeared
behind them over half a century ago.
Each turning back into una mariposa
sent on ahead. And would weep,
When we aren't together
through rain or wind or shine,
let's not forget each other
within our restless minds.
As ev'ning shadows lengthen
towards hills, beyond the trees,
looking through the curtain sheers
the solemn street lights seize,
blinding out the starlight
and face of moon's reflection,
just keep me ever in a dream
in slumber's recollection.
And in each twilight's passing
I'll be there to disarm,
and offer up the world to you
embraced within my arms.
Everything Can Be Forgotten by only-blooms-at-night, literature
Literature
Everything Can Be Forgotten
He was a translator and accomplished poet,
a professor having been knighted
by a king of Portugal,
leaving two sons who
survived him when he died...
and he remembered none of it by then.
Murmuring how "everything can be forgotten"
when every memory had parted ways,
except a few words marked as the poet's,
in between long periods of bird calls
as winds from beyond
parted the branches of trees,
the sentinels standing silent watch
when the birds carried the poet away.
And it came to me: the memories go on ahead,
setting up camp for when it's time.
Time to leave, filled
with wanderlust. And a new journal.
A Secret Garden by only-blooms-at-night, literature
Literature
A Secret Garden
Without a clue
the shift in the middle
of a brutal season
when 2AM slides across
my forehead,
cool and slumberous.
It finds me tooling
alone, the only customer
in a local market
to a place where sleeps
its secret garden
left behind to wilt.
Like me, without a home
comes morning's glare,
but I'm in my wheelchair
low to the floor
to see their beauty
in spite their lost faith.
I make them portraits
to take
home with me.
I didn't know from the moment when
carrion birds appeared, I'd endure
as their shadows circled 'round me,
always there among the entrails.
Nothing officially confirmed,
no out-of-body messages,
even for those nonbelievers,
till after the embrace of warm blood
slipped away into slumber, and later,
daylight terrors, with their unblinking
glare of disenchanted nerve endings,
like matchsticks that never burn out.
Many thousands of them were sent
by their families, which I always
thought of as a migration:
butterflies that didn't understand
having to make the crossing alone.
Las mariposas de Cuba were flown
across the ocean to the mainland.
"Por favor, no me hagas!"
The children might never see
their familias again.
"¿Dónde están mamá y papá?"
And when all of them had grown,
some of the men with children grown,
even the most successful of them
would sit and speak of that day
when their homeland disappeared
behind them over half a century ago.
Each turning back into una mariposa
sent on ahead. And would weep,
When we aren't together
through rain or wind or shine,
let's not forget each other
within our restless minds.
As ev'ning shadows lengthen
towards hills, beyond the trees,
looking through the curtain sheers
the solemn street lights seize,
blinding out the starlight
and face of moon's reflection,
just keep me ever in a dream
in slumber's recollection.
And in each twilight's passing
I'll be there to disarm,
and offer up the world to you
embraced within my arms.
Everything Can Be Forgotten by only-blooms-at-night, literature
Literature
Everything Can Be Forgotten
He was a translator and accomplished poet,
a professor having been knighted
by a king of Portugal,
leaving two sons who
survived him when he died...
and he remembered none of it by then.
Murmuring how "everything can be forgotten"
when every memory had parted ways,
except a few words marked as the poet's,
in between long periods of bird calls
as winds from beyond
parted the branches of trees,
the sentinels standing silent watch
when the birds carried the poet away.
And it came to me: the memories go on ahead,
setting up camp for when it's time.
Time to leave, filled
with wanderlust. And a new journal.
A Secret Garden by only-blooms-at-night, literature
Literature
A Secret Garden
Without a clue
the shift in the middle
of a brutal season
when 2AM slides across
my forehead,
cool and slumberous.
It finds me tooling
alone, the only customer
in a local market
to a place where sleeps
its secret garden
left behind to wilt.
Like me, without a home
comes morning's glare,
but I'm in my wheelchair
low to the floor
to see their beauty
in spite their lost faith.
I make them portraits
to take
home with me.
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As for the deviations I've posted so far, that's a little hobby of mine via the cell phone just to see what comes up since my favorite photography is spontaneous.
Until later, I welcome all who stop by even if just for curiosity's sake.
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