Friday, June 01, 2018

May Senryū 2018





May Senryū 2018
for those time-blessed among the stars her gaze raised to meet | his swell of feelings years stored | a tsunami
laid out in rows | the sardines she craved | in her phases to full moon
how it continues | so much pain in the world | the far side of love
tall sword ferns breakthrough nightmares | sharp green tongues confused | tangled foliage
saw his hidden heart | in photographs of places | he sent across time tries to heal deep wounds | from younghood days lost | time does not fly mackerel bellied clouds | etched across blue sky| welcomes salmon sunset a soothing place | misty and watercolored | no constant talkers here to preserve our being | we leave legacies | share words on paper | the beauty our minds paint | our heart-minds take flight in song
calm appeals | for reasonableness | for compassion | instead of hate and anger | instead of fiery life
you can read my mind | the same flesh and blood | your dna in my heart memories linger | your butterfly touches | there’s no shame in love in acts of kindness | she seeks collaboration | small changes matter
for the time being | she lights a candle | for someone who understands
the pain of her own | heartbreak for a world | slow turtle changes for good
your inbox empty | there’s not even any spam | you have been ghosted
critical image | a dragon wing of water | sweeping away life
you cannot capture | water is like our image | it knows escape routes
doomed to extinction | now cannot be framed | we’re all escaped images
even this moment | time passes to the past quick | now always exits we blur and distort | to preserve a moment passed | an image captured
at your mansplain quack quack quack | she thinks of water | rolling off duck's back
milky cataracts | flowers of emptiness | oil on water
bella flor | vida arrancada | lagrimas negras
we are the distilled | tears of ancestors turned clouds | skies become clear lakes
your email | bad flew out | like from that infamous box | I shouldn’t have opened up | the past is of a past me
we simply flow | through the impermanence | leaves on the river
futile arguments | shed more heat than light | we listen to heal | our broken hearts must be heard | with compassion and justice
you kill in the name of God | say you are chosen | must be the vengeful one | to mow down innocents | as if they were not human
explanations | secrets are like moths to light | no excuses
blackbirds take a break | mockingbirds new messengers | with all their chitter
you treat them badly | as if their lives don't matter | why should they care | work is not just money | it's about making change
in the line of time | there's no going back | she prefers the circle Copyright © 2018 Odilia Galván Rodríguez. All Rights Reserved.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Itzpapalotl

Itzpapalotl
By Odilia Galván Rodríguez for my mother and all the mothers
butterfly warrior woman you were forged in fire fierce in your desire to transform yourself and your world from the red-orange flames to birth and inspire new nations without borders Oh precious star your beauty does not blind me nor do the tongues of your flames I am not frightened to walk into your embrace you Obsidian Flower who like the sharpest knife cuts through all the lies and shapeshifts tomorrows
Copyright © 2018 Odilia Galván Rodríguez.  All Rights Reserved.


Itzpapalotl ~ The Obsidian Knife Butterfly art ©Richard Balthazar: https://richardbalthazar.com/art/aztec-images/gods/itzpapalotl-obsidian-butterfly-goddess-of-the-stars/

Tortilla Moon over a McAllen, TX 4* Hotel Pool





Tortilla Moon over a McAllen, TX 4* Hotel Pool 
For BV
I do not have blond hair
My eyes are not blue
My skin is copper
I’m not milk-colored like you
Your parents look at me
Like I don't belong 
I see all of you watching and 
whisper to my mom 
All these are rich people 
I know, I look scared
I am, it makes me shy

Mom’s friend, who’s not from here
looks at me, smiles, and says 
Girlfriend, you're as rich
If not richer than all those there 
Never forget you're as good 
As anyone anywhere, so don't be shy
Go over and own the world
Yes, it's just as much yours
As it is theirs, let’s go
Jump in that pool
She goes with me
Then I am fine
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