Monday, February 22, 2010

I may have made this up [again]




I may have made this up [again]

1

the earth quaked
yesterday in the Bay Area
as manatees and sea turtles huddled
in the southeast as never before seen
cold, chilling as tundras
beginning their descent
into meltwater jettisons,
seized a tropical paradise

and what of the great MisiZiibi
will it die along with most of its fish?


a voice from out of the blue...

but that's all
blim blam flim flam
o ms. hotty toddy
you can't believe
anything you hear
about anything
to do with weather
or anything about
anything
for that matter



2

boy looks up at the ball ring
while rulers stare down
from the stands
he's watching them
watching him
the game
he bumps with purpled hips
as he slips and shifts the ball
his destiny
the crowd prays loudly
for the winners and losers
thinking of that saying about
how losing you win
here winning, you lose too

3

flamboyant tree
seeding the wind sounds
roots the sticky threads
that bind us

chipped or stained
or waylaid
imperfectly perfect those
mistakes right themselves
in the river of spirit lines

old gardens look better from afar
their newly fallen pods percolate
with promise of new life
there are so many hues
from brown the color
of roasted coffee beans
to terracotta the copper
color of your skin

4

we refuse to be ant food
we rattle and shake
make the sign
of protection
of the four directions
imbed it skin deep
while thinking
O anthros
O linguistic mystics
you still trying to decipher
the wind?

relinchan pero
siempre son cerebros
hinchados, la mayoria
malcriados

pay with a coin toss
from the 1960's
that's just hitting
ground n ow
came
spiraling
down
from
the
Himalayas
just hours ago.


©/s Apaxicana, 2010


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notes: 1. MisiZiibi is the Anishnabe or Ojibwe name for the Mississippi river.
2. ball ring refers to the ring that the ball had to be hit into in the Mayan Ballgame which had ritual aspects - for more info. see: http://www.ballgame.org/main.asp http://www.authenticmaya.com/ball_game.htm






Tuesday, February 16, 2010

essence of survival



ancestors
greening
the gray
mixing light
rain transformation
our creation
continuous
survival
our age spots
proof tattoos
of our out lasting the
death wishes
and life's blizzards
like contractable diseases
cyclones
earthquakes
famines
floods, the landslides
electrical storms
tornadoes
tsunamis
volcanic eruptions
wildfires and bushfires
and other natural disasters
even our own young and dumb
stupidity when we thought
we were invincible
still
we've rivaled destruction
worked at constructing
within the mezcla
with our egungun
the old reinventing
themselves
new within us
their wise eyes rising
from the red-brown
southern soil
color of hearts
buried there and
Ogun's breath helped us
plant the possibilities
blessing the mess
of collisions
of cultures
of the enemy within
challenging us to
destroy or create we
waited for the moon
to loom brighter
to spark omens
relay codes or show us
roads with new doors
or guide precision in our
decisions our thinking but
it was a vision
that saved us
from extinction
ancestors
reached out and
gifted us
the distinction
of their glyphs
their palabras
codices brimming
with power
showered us with
corn pollen knowledge
answers
if we chose to
listen


© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2010





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note: glyph 1=corn, glyph 2=flower, glyph 3=essence.



Saturday, February 13, 2010

the distance of love



her mouth
a wound
vermilion
a fire
smothered
by miles, years,
distances and
dreams
deferred
desires
stirred
by words
and images
when she heard
him
say her name
enough times to make her
want to come to him and
then will they stand
faces turned in
the north wind
chanting their sin
of not having
believed enough
in love
in the back when



©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2010
febrero, Merida Yucatan



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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

more 'ku train senryu _ _



more 'ku train senryu _ _

confusion

head-scratching jumble
a tumble from sky lights
jackknifing earthward


simmer

wear simmer perfume
boil and bubble your trouble
or just let it go


reason

she lost her marbles
trying to motivate him
but he just went home


suspense

sold, on tenterhooks
she looks past the glass to eyes
waiting to meet hers


haze


conglomeration
of taking in/on the pain
my state of being


plumage

lightly feathered fluff
a boa constricting views
from the naked eye


temper

she improves hardness
by mixing in compassion~
by releasing hate

she knows hers have survived
and heart cannot be taken


annoyance

ordinary angst
the stuff of everyday
that gets in our way


opposition

open resistance
going the distance holding
to your beliefs


admiration

with so much regard
esteemed beyond belief
more brilliant than moonlight


frond

her hair, wayward fronds
a mix of two do genres ~
mohawk and dreadlock


remorse

deep as debt ~ remorse
a hole hard to dig out of
not really worth much


plate/dish

broken crockery
signaled the end of their union
and shattered dreams


dismal

down in the mouf
it can only get better
if you want it to


© 2010 Odilia Galván Rodríguez



Monday, February 01, 2010

innocents

















she wanted them

never to have

read Anaïs Nin

never to have

been touched

by such things

but they had

read and done

so much more

than she had

ever done

at their age

they were no innocents



copyright © 2010 Odilia Galván Rodríguez