October Senryū
for all death that comes dancing
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los muertos no se van | siempre son nuestros | vivos en corazones |
en historias y cuentos | viven en los poemas de vida
Dia De Muertos | no es el Halloween | un día de ancestros
your voice travels through | I hear your don't forget me | this now without you
when she lives in her head | instead of her heart | that is when fear appears
coyote crossed her path | on a walk down the hills | breakfast in his mouth
bleeding lies to justify | their untruths and hate | what permeates here
blood as in hunters moon | as in ebb-flow | as in tides of desire
golden petals bright | guide their spirits in the night | a feast for the eyes
revolution | is not selfies of you | objectifying |
yourself and therefore all | womankind
testing truth in lies | the way you think words matter | and they do sister |
they do if they’re authentic | if they help us all to rise… rise
Fall leaves scatter | a divine artist’s palette | ambrosia in color
life becomes cloudy | living in a bottle | with no way out
self medicates | to keep away the raw | everyday feelings brought on |
by time-machine living | when things never change
save your country | where your ancestors hearts are |
buried inred earth | aching to be free from hate
disbelieve borders | trying to tell you your worth | fly over the moon
we may well show you | a side you’d never know | otherwise
elixir of life | TV’s false fountains (of youth) | it could simply be a smile
racism kills | it hurts all us humans | keeps us divided |
divisions are devices | meant to keep hearts apart
Pintura : Palabra
palaver : platica
a talk between tribespeople
what artists : writers hear
with eyes and
respond with their hearts
they will pray the rain | they will sing and dance the rain | they will beg the rain |
and when earth is respected | again the rain will come down
the way we witness | world events responding | with poetry
she won't obambulate no | today is to rest | contemplate the sky
in different orbits | a knot that can't be undone | a tie that binds us
minutos cuentan | y el tiempo semece | en una silla |
cuando uno espera | vivir para siempre
minutes count | and time rocks | in a chair |
when one expects | to live forever
when you are hurt so am I | this the nature of things | love and family
she refuses to live | on timetables that sigh | those empty head shakes
celestial fireworks | star showers zip across skies | happiness to behold
she sketches him | only memories to guide | blue in light's shadow
there is no instant |replay on the children | we lose to hate
blood moon rising | eclipses truths in shadows | light always surfaces
Poems copyright © 2014 Odilia Galván Rodríguez.
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