Mad Poetry Tuesday

"Do you have enough light?" I know, my dear, that you asked With concern for my eyes, As the dimness fills the room, As the book written with words like "Sometiendo" lays in my lap. And I say, "Yes." But what I mean Is, "I am light." What I mean Is "The light of all of you will Find its way." What I mean is "Yes, I have enough light To cast off this darkness, This night, and all nights." Yes, I have enough. We have enough.

I went outside to sit in the warmth, To drink in the heavy heat pouring down. I took books with me, half a dozen, truly, And I turned them over, page after page. The clouds moved in, scattering moments of cold, As those warm rays are held back, I wonder If I should go inside, but instead I wait For the shade to pass into light again, that distant fire felt. A chapter of fiction, a few poems about Being somewhere else, and I just want to be here On this deck, feeling burned by the sun and Uncomfortable by the things that tread overhead. My dog scuttles up beside me, I called him From playing in the garden. I'm going to plant Some seeds today. The wind picks up and he leans Into my legs, a force of warmth and smiles. "Have you read the one about writing yet?" His eyes ask me and I shake my head, almost Done with the poetry about being somewhere, I watch the birds drink from the broken sprinkler below. I don't think the sun is coming back. But he leans A little harder, m

"I don’t know how to be an ocean,” she said. To become an ocean, Don't drown in yourself. Reflect the sky, as above. Feel the pitch black of night And the torches of stars, the only guides Until morning. Welcome those who would tread, And the urchins, and feel the trash islands Press you down. Press back, harder. Know the temporary. Be a receiver of boats, of Ships passing in the night. Don't let high tide Have any more strength than low tide. It's all part of the process. When the rage surges through your waves, Know the stillness that once caught you Breathless at the shore. “I don’t know how to be an ocean,” she said. Don’t hold back. Overflow, and Recede when you’re ready. But go ahead, Taste saline. And feel the wind against your back. Know you can be destructive, a force of unpredictability, And also the peace someone else is looking for. Do you feel your depth? There are pieces of you, so below, no one has ever seen, even

Yo salto de libro en libro Como un pájaro vuela de rama en rama. Los dos buscamos comida, y conexión, y cantamos todo el tiempo. Pero a veces no puedo cantar. Descanso sobre una rama Por solo minutos. Veo que hay algo para ver, Pero no lo veo. En lugar, Estoy viendo todas las ramas, Las paginas, al mismo tiempo. Y no hay música. Hay silencio y asombro, Porque el día se ha convertido la noche. Y el sol, las estrellas.

A veces pienso que estoy en otro mundo, Pescando por peces de la verdad. Hay nada Excepto del río, y el río refleja mi incertidumbre. ¿Puedo hacer qué quiere de mí? Hay nada Que quiere de mí, pero yo pesco como si. Como mi vida es importante en el río. Mis pensamientos flotan mas cerca del fondo. No hay nada, no rayos del sol aquí para iluminar La calle que debo tomar. ¿En qué libro es la calle? Olvídalo. Hay otras cosas para considerar. ¿De dónde y a dónde va este río? Precioso, El reloj. Todo tiempo corre seco. Por fin, En los disturbios del agua, yo veo una taza de Esperanza. La tomo en mis manos, a mis labios, En todo de mí, porque es todo que puedo hacer Ahora.

They say there's a day for it, I know Sometime after the leaves change, We change. We get voices, a voice, As if we didn't have choices, a choice. A daily say in our own philosophy, Our own fate and the fates of others. Be kind. Do I have to rewind this for you? We have choices, a choice, actions speak louder Than your voice. But what if systemic change only happens When we lift a pen with the masses? The past fought for our right, wouldn't we fight For the expression of choices, for different voices? I must amend, amend these words, your voice Matters, your choice, matters. Actions and words. You've been heard, you're being seen by the future. You're examples, role models, and human beings. Is it true? Have you given thought to the thoughts thought By you? Is it enough to vote and not act? Schools need funding, roads need repaired, What do you plan to do about that? Look. Results. Words, words were placed down and picked up By gene