About Poetry

About Poetry

(Irreversibly described)

                     However,

before me, a

girl

walks, walking a dog;

park bench.

I sit listening to:

geezers in their hives

of cards and shirtsleeves

pulling scythes and beers

loosing sight of sun

and shadows;

                   the girl and the dog's

shadows;

didn't want to talk of one

or the other, but

the truth is that

I find myself thinking

about the effect

of one on the other

yes, putting on my glasses, the girl is

appealing and smooth, almost

I would say serenely physical of full

and crescent moons

and a tangerine's tone

when bitten, acidic

gum floods

but the question is,

                     the dog's contribution

haughty, upraised tail, slightly

wavy

frizzed long

hair

savoring the park's breeze

the odor of the grass

penetrating

the most beastly senses

and my perception of this poetic

composition

still to be done;

… and how graceful they move on!

One's beauty entices the other's

and I can't decide if and which

I shall eliminate.

The sun is high, outshines me!

                                          in tear

I certainly foresee a house, now

of fans

touch screens in freshened patios

exotic plants restless growing

around the torrid news of another drippy

summer

I take down my tent and get my self all

indoors-like,

synthetic, analyst

keyboard darning, fingers rumbling

in a useless attempt

of blowing

at the febrile desk of my

thoughts

that morning from Tagus-nymphs

                                                   exited.

On this old 5th floor

where I live

together with cockroaches, the odd mouse

and fabulous views to the south

I finally get out of focus in your eternal waters

and write.

© 2014, JC