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domingo, 10 de julho de 2016

Evidence of Water

Evidence of Water

As the stream flows along
that small rivulet
satisfying the dogs
this short sentence pops to my mind:
Evidence of Water -
one of the first words I heard
her say;
evidence of something
beautiful
underneath her soft, unsullied skin
rolling through her tongue
to the world – a gift
of nature
performing its chemistry

Each time, that same conviction
of birds
on their first flight
besides, the awareness of
meaning
I'm sure the meaning was there
cuz that's how words
are given form
but the awareness is an outer
peel, like a defense
an extra concrete layer, made up to
fasten the central structure
preventing it from bouncing
on stormy days.

[ there is no evidence without
awareness
which, in fact, is irrelevant ]

The most crucial thing being
water – not the liquid, but
the idea we make of it - the concept
we are able to speak out
and look at
from a distance.


© 2016, José Coelho


sábado, 7 de março de 2015

Humanities #4

Humanities #4

under water
everything would be easier

less oxygen, less energy
thus
less destruction

love would flow
warm and cold streams
reaching souls
anywhere

without prejudice
to mankind evolution
only problem -
re-adaptation


© José Coelho, 2015 

segunda-feira, 13 de outubro de 2014

3 to 4 minutes

3 to 4 minutes

water, intermittent rain
moisture-laden mists licked
with the tip

at first light, the sun
milk-nurturing drops inspired
by nature's breasts
continues

sipping the smallest shoots' sap
devouring landscape's tendrils with
vitality, if
necessary

boil before mixing to
bring out its
supreme, finest
flavor.


© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho





domingo, 29 de dezembro de 2013

The color of water - Investigation



The color of water - Investigation

The man behind the counter moves back and forward
Polishing cups, keeping conversation
Cheers, I bounce as
My glass a breeze on a Monday night
Liquid
Evelyn, she was almost a memory
                      The color has nothing to do
When I saw her wavering
                      With
Across that homeless desert
                      The subject
Flaw as a moribund
                      It self
Her dried body beseeching for
                      The value
Liquid water
                      Borrows it.

One last ice cube
                I didn`t ask for
 is about to melt
                but, she came anyway
Solid
                Smiling from behind
Like compact knowledge
                Closing my eyes, hands
Forgotten
               predictable
Above absolute
              Twinkling stars shine
Latitudes
              (this time I agree!)
Lending it`s tender
              Seaweed scent
Blue, to or from
              colors
The sky above.

Gaseous
Stuff boils continuously
               Approaching the surface
Matter evaporates
               Tiny transient particles
Fast and unwittingly
               revolve
Through thermic energy
              In color
Towards ethereal state
              (I still don`t know how!)
Neighbouring  White
               resuming
Manifestations as clouds
               A godzilla
Turning violet-purple-rose-titanium
               Gray.

quinta-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2013

This is not a colored poem!


This is not a colored poem!

Incolor:
     water has no color.

The Gods must have forgotten
or
it was simply meant
to be so

in order for us to
exercise
our freedom of will
they
purposely
offered us
a transparent three state media
(in powder)
labeled instructions attached
           just add some H2O
           stir frantically
           that's it!
However
fulfilling Gods' sized fate
we were not happy with it!
And this is where
colors
got in the
equation.

Everyone wants to drop a bit
of their imagination
misshaping
reality
but in fact
from painters to
photographers, rail men, poets, hookers, politicians, soldiers and
mothers
they all paint water
with the most wide
spectrum
I've seen.

© 2013, JC