April Senryū 2017

April Senryū 2017 
for Spring blooms 

harmonica harp | digs into her chest pulls strings | with heart ripping sounds

beso tus ojos | pero no recuerdas | cuánto me deseas

heat wave in streets | poetry and music calls | inside we write our souls

you catch my spirit | in your lightbox with an eye | it will be free again

no more predictions | on the weather or demons | on how they'll behave | 
all protocols abandoned | who knows how madmen will rule

to feel nostalgia | for those lips that need so much | witchcraft in his smile

our universe built | on sacred geography | with secret knowledge

a moment in time | same as in a thousand years | uniquely sincere

today her soul fell back | into place with his voice | smiling at her

a rain of lightning | that came down in thick ropes | with thunder up ahead

how to rip your heart | out of that story so old | from my heart that bleeds

when yesterday calls | not wishing to relive pasts | she will not answer

it's best to be gone | the way we come in a spark | in an instant

bombs should never be | but aimed at those who love war | not at innocents

bella bebida | caída del cielo | zumo de estrellas

there are no words | for cowards who drop bombs | for those who love war

moving in circles | she avoids head-on moon-slides | planets hula-hoop | backward and no one cares | spoiled princesses cause wars

sprouting grass moon | full bloom possibilities | in rainclouds embrace

storms threaten | music's gotten her through many | how lucky she's been

shall I bury you | are you finally dead and gone | your ghost's everywhere

wants to heal the world | revolutionary love | with mad crazy love

bombs against people | to send a don’t bomb message | that they shouldn’t bomb
In Lak’ech | I’m in you-you're in me | there are no six degrees
Spring is budding new | though evil tries to destroy | life on our planet

writes pretty poems | because she needs beauty | the world is so f&#*ed

spiders sway from silk | swings in trees blooming Springtime | green shoots buds of life

when people you love | the ones you think you know | hide in the shadows

there are thirteen sides | to every story with rules | our lives come with maps

when he touches her | there's no one else in the room | saxophone lightning

the first day of April | came in sunny and dry | who's foolin' who

Copyright © 2017 Odilia Galván Rodríguez.  All Rights Reserved.

March Senryū 2017

for embracing new life with all its challenges

in one-hundred words | she writes him a love poem | an hasta luego
| maybe another forty | to say aloha again

dancing mid-street | not acting any age | trying to wake up 

unheard voices | speak to us in images | herstory muses

not an afterthought | who you think of while pruning | all of your roses

lonely people | in Japan they rent out cats | here spend days on-line

then she walked loveblind | into a new life chapter | it was much later
| she discovered his role | trivial to her story

an eclipse of light | you stand in the door | occulting the sun

dragons and snakes | soaring / seeking perspective | opposites attract

we won't say your name | you will forever be | just number 45

crow hitches a ride | posing as hood ornament | old time GPS

morning's afterbirth | rainbow rings around the sun | ice crystals bent light

she felt the bones break | before she ever got beat | she got so tired
| of a life dodging violence | before she could escape

trouble... the water | that needs healing like we do | pray for the answers
| sing the water whole again | if we believe we can

we don't grow old | our bodies wear and tear | there's no replacement parts

blood ties not always | as strong as those bonds we form | friends as familia

lugar mágico | donde fui concebida | entre mezquite
| y nopal brotando | flores de sol y sangre

World Poetry Day | let's all put down our weapons | unite in the word
| in flower and song offered | for peace and love to prevail

Spring is in motion | US climate glacial ice | waiting for the thaw

she cannot die | a person who creates | she was never born
| she transcends time and space | becoming and existence

what was hidden | heart in the present moment | brought into being

defrag your mind | fill in those gaps caused by hate | recall slows us down

easy amnesia | another word for denial | erase blasted pasts
| pretend we were all saints | we had no help sinning

can't lose everything | if you give it all away | sit in stillness

before time or space | lived dark where ego is killed | swirls unseen forces

her everyday eats | poems to calm a torment | non-monotonous

gap-toothed pain while ailing | from alien greed | craters in the head

a gypsy poet | with no birthplace monument | born on the road

a force to embrace | women who carry water | who know how to pray

you can pretend | you don't love me anymore | I know the truth

heading west for home | a piece of my heart lives there | on Pacific's shore
| a door to a future-past | one that will always last

rain is falling | in the garden plants lift heads | give thanks to the frogs

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