Walking

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You stumble and fall and hit walls.
Nothing is clear in the blackness,
And you feel exposed.
How much more when you are blind?
Or when your heart cannot see?
Will you walk in the dark…exposed?
Or surrender to the light?
And walk in the rays of the sun?

Guest Poet: Andrés Eloy Blanco

Regreso al mar

Siempre es el mar donde mejor se quiere,
fué siempre el mar donde mejor te quise;
al amor, como al mar, no hay quien lo alise
ni al mar , como al amor, quien lo modere.

No hay quien como la mar familiarice
ni quien com la ola persevere,
ni el que más diga en lo que vive y muere
nos dice más de lo que el mar nos dice.

Vamos de nuevo al mar;quiero encontrarte
la hora más azul para besarte
y el lugar más allá para quererte,
donde el agua es al par agua y abismo,
en la alta mar, en donde el aire mismo
se da un aire al amor y otro a la muerte.

-Andrés Eloy Blanco

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Guest Poem: William Blake

The Tiger

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?Tatiana the tiger.

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake

NOISE!

As I drive by the babbling brook,
The bang, beat, beep, bellow, blare and blast,
Of city life fade away.
I hear the burr, buzz, chatter, chime, chink, and chir,
Of small town life and nature.

Chug, clack, clang, clank, clap, clash, clatter,
My ears no longer hear those sounds,
Of industry and noise.
Oh loudness and clamour!
Why do we ever put up with you,
And your click, cling, clink, clomp, clump, clunk,
Crack, crackle, crash, creak, crepitate, crunch and cry?

Ding, dong, explode, fizz, fizzle, groan, growl,
Gurgle, hiss, hoot, howl,
Hum, jangle, jingle, knell, knock,
Lilt, moan, murmur, patter, peal…
Ping, pink, pipe, plink, plonk!
Each sound is vying for attention.
NOTICE ME!!!!

I take refuge in the silence…
Tuning out the plop, plunk, pop, purr,
Putter, rap, rasp, rattle, ring, roar, roll, rumble,
Rustle, scream, screech, shriek, shrill, sing and sizzle.
Oh snap!
What are the benefits of silence?

Above the splash, splutter, sputter, squawk, squeak,
Squeal, squelch, strike, swish, swoosh, and thrum…
It comes quickly like a thud, thump, thunder, and thunk,
To my mind.
Silence is the gateway to contemplation,
And tapping into that which transcends.
This is not a mystical triad,
This…
This…
Is something more beautiful…
The sound of a Lover and His beloved.

In the midst of the tick, ting, tinkle, toll, tootle,
Trill, trumpet, twang, ululate, vroom, wail…
Wheeze, whine, whir, whish, whistle, whoosh, whump, and zing,
My heart comes away.

Bang, blast, boom, crack, crash, pop, report,
Slam, smash, snap, thunderclap, thwack, whack, whomp,
Blare, clamor, howl, hubbub, hue and cry,
Hullabaloo, outcry, roar, tumult, uproar
Bay, keen,bawl, caterwaul, scream, screech, shriek,
Squall, holler, shout…. vociferate,
applaud, give a hand, hands together,
encore, kudos props….!!!
Says the world.

Be still, I say…
Be still my soul!

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I Am…

I am beautiful and loved
I wonder how many stars make up the universe.
I hear the sound of a unicorn’s hooves galloping on the plains.
I see  Orion in his might.
I want to live a life full of wonder.
I am beautiful and loved.

I pretend that I am an albatross.
I feel the breezes of Lothlórien.
I touch the shores of Valinor.
I worry that my legacy will not be lasting…
I cry tears over the plight of the world.
I am beautiful and loved.

I understand that suffering is a helpful tool.
I say that I am not defeated.
I dream of creating many lasting memories.
I try  to stay focused on the prize.
I hope to meet you someday soon…
I am beautiful and loved.

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