Thursday, March 15, 2012

February Senryū ~ 2012

February Senryū

leap on a year | make it yours prosper and grow | wildly

family | blood and the ones who take you in | sunshine and rainstorms

then you fly skyward | to a new destination | holding onto earth

the circle of life | rotates at breakneck speed | daily we pray for peace

can we forgive | what was our life as children | not pass on the sins

gone away again | fleeting moments together | her life's not the same

give her one good word | takes it in like a deep breath | exhales a poem

broken down steel mills | the city of my youth now | a blown down ghost town 

what a great life | sun is shining through the haze | a day to give thanks 

it's a long way home | when you live in three countries | your heart the anchor

he is her country | in sleep she travels to see | there are no borders

give thanks for today | tomorrow may never come | live the joy life brings

silencing women | all you hear are your own fears | echoing back

no room for fear | to seep in at night on tails | of otherwise dreams

a two year old wise | says strawberries are hearts | makes a sweet life

your heart and mine | entwined for a lifetime | one beat at a time ♥

the mottled grey sky | with sun barely peeking through | feels like my heart

no words | silence soothes the sadness | only time can heal

fly on the wings | of your songs that flew us high | into ancestors arms

our sacred sites | thin the veils between | edges of another world

we are still here | people think we've disappeared | ancestors returned

seeds bleed up through red | earth feeding her children | a blessed birthright

always on the move | winning and losing her ground | around the globe

leaves quiver | water trembles in its pool |the ground zigzagging

underwater | islands are forming | birthing up through shale

onyx colored eyes | shimmer your reflection | dark as lake bottom

catches her breath | on inhale she prays inward | needing more goodness

talk with ancestors | tell them of our plight | may they help us win the fight

against ignorance | against fear and hate | for all that is good and just

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2012

Sunday, March 11, 2012

January Senryū

January Senryū

back in the bay | grey waters match the sky | loved ones brighten the day

humidity lingers | on edges of this day | then folds into rain

spidery gray |the clouds close their gloved fingers | around this cool day

the rain-wind howled in | perched on thunder beings wings | marching in circles

sometimes life's beautiful | so beautiful | it seems like a dream

moonlight catches silver | highlights in gray hair | earned through survival

your essence lives on | dedication and hard work | is still flowering

born dew-struck the dawn | stained bluish it's silky skin | from greenish water

time's broken open | some families fall apart | unshielded from pain

ocean's voice so far | eddies in the moonlight | your sea still calls me

difficult mornings | hummingbirds miss their visit | when she aches for peace

everyday poems | the ones that report your day | little words that shout

behold | a faded flower | in all her beauty

circling the years | that flash of life lived fast | slow is forever

wild and fiery | she gives thanks for her life | a roaring beauty

night shadows recede | footsteps fade on cobblestones | day leaks under shades

a surge of the sea | salt reaches open windows | tears come in waves

in the dark kitchen | they dance their hearts together | songs of a lifetime

windows cracked and split | by stones shot at mango tree | ripe fruit falls frightened

opaque with stardust | a navy-blue sky pregnant | with the moon's promise

jarred from a nightmare | her room quakes in fear | she's safe under thick blankets

the edge of sandbars | rivers thick underwater | currents singing

dark and steamy streets | currents of people streaming | going nowhere

monsoon rains | whip the roofs in ropes | singing winter songs

earth will pass through clouds | watery incarnation | of icy crystals

mornings here make an entrance | sun calls you from sleep | says its a NEW day

an odd light glistens | into their bedroom window | not night nor day

brushing her arm | like feathers his fingers light | he folds her into him

you guide me in arms | we glide to the sound of waves | at the Malecon

she cried black tears | while he held her in his arms | counted their heartbeats

arms, a delicate framework | for all lovers | dancing a lifetime

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez