October Senryū
beautiful and brown | nation of people who stand | proud to be alive
summer's flowers swim | in a pool of fall | their colors ever hopeful
wind carries the taste | of sweet promise on her lips | praying steadily
millions dispossessed | plastic dreams beyond our means | sold to the highest bidder
she wants to be paid | for painting dreams on paper | folded into cranes
roots of oppression | when not acknowledged | strangle flowering struggles
Know your history - decolonize Wall Street!
because we stand | on their shoulders looking out | a new day is coming
pure white lilies | lie about their nature | having yellow hearts
sunshine on the edge | burns off the dredged memories | mired in should'ves
the place of knowing | is oftentimes filled with doubt | about the journey
you were not a dream | flesh and blood mixed with fire | the wind blew away
Summer's melted into Fall | daylight shrinks further | shadows bring spirits
her heart a flower | opening to the sweetness | life a sacred gift
her prickly pear heart | loved you and lost | crushed margarita
my mind tips over | into dreams and other worlds | sleep eludes morning
five miles to ride | one more day of spinning | into the purple sky
down watery streets | lights reflect their living souls | spirits scissor kick
la sirena | siren of the seven seas | underwater queen
she’s a heart bleeding | a wounded bird since you left | one drop at a time
la luna luna | quienes ojos consuma | con su belleza ~
the moon, moon | whose eyes does she consume | with her beauty ~
young man, old man - thee | look, look, what do you see? | people, people living ~
September Senryū
missing tomorrows | that never came and yesterdays | waiting to be born
his shattered sky | a million blue splinters | azure butterflies
golden harvest moon | pregnant abundance | wanes into the equinox
gray light is burning | off hillsides holding the Bay | we pray for better days
what minds forget | our young hearts remember | tender as new shoots
stared in disbelief | indelible images | saying, we did this
the pool of sorrow | is too deep to swim in long | burst out of the blues
counting blessings | best belief in the now | calming turbulence
Summer is Falling | humming birds fly backwards | bejeweled hearts flutter
to breathe easy | without the stress of confined | spaces and minds open
middle children | though tucked snugly in-between | sometimes the most alone
she is all of this | calm sunny days | the rain and deadly winds stirring
beautiful unions | opposites that fit like puzzle's | pieces of dreams
one never knows | the *whole* truth is slippery | but the sun shines through
poems ©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2011
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