Way of Saying

*Way of Saying*

Unlike cats

and budgerigars

Man

(in his blindness)

though striving for

never attains him

self

© 2016, JECoelho

Barão Reports – The people

Barão Reports – The people

Half of them are foreigners, showing off

a dream, a real white sandy moon

in one hand, a lint disguising golden attributes

in the other

Some are passengers

moving along with time

caressing faces which

makes them believe

they: becoming oranges

can inhale it for a while

and forget their

birth

Then, there are the

Trees.

Which are more than

trees; they are the soul of these

men. They are the roots connecting

generations of cultural identity

maps of human geography.

They flourish and fruit

the words of their language

year after year

As words feeding in my mind

continuously asking to be spoken

or painted

white, watered, written;

I shut them down!

often it’s better to let them rest

between the beat of two thoughts

before

Trees, words, men

all cast together

under the same sun

they are

like earth

waking

to read the wind above

its leaves.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

This Land II

This Land II

trees

the ones ready to

burn

they grow scary

unwillingly

absorbing the earth

and the sun

men

have lost their

land

their faith

exchanged for credits

in idleness

the beatific solitude between

men and trees

is lost for daemons

men

why set your trees to burn?

Ignobility!

© 2014, JC