Caminar beyond of doubt
By Daniela Voicu and Wordmachinist™ USA
Andalusian
Sun drops blinding dirty eyes
as the mesmerized tears fall with aplomb
I have reached into the recesses of my heart
as the kick drum explodes without a sound
I am empty…for the sun will not go down.
mi vida- transform whisper in blood of haiku trees
mi piel, like a dark sky need
the sun to come, make a color dry
…at my lips
I am One with this land
I have big branches violet
My hands are strong with weakness
a rapport of worry lined toil
my lips are weak without your kiss
Still as the Andalusian girls linger,
I hunger for the nectar of your tempest kiss
and a lightning flash of bravery jolts my heart.
camino in deep bamboleo naked waves of my dream
Gregarious jaunt beyond the boulders of doubt
Cast out like as impure or unsure
no doubt, my violet branches keep the stars on the sky
and I am at a formidable loss, when those stars fall
and the moon makes faces at me.
( moon is such a brat)
dark stone visage laughing crater-like
I wanted you,
when my branches were green
and I was your green everything -life
Now cracked, brittle with age I embrace your fallen bark
now, everyone alone
Your sap cannot be culled from the deepest gouge
Merriment dances from your eyes
Lashed pine branch raft, river tickles
current stronger than my pride
be mine! in this andalus dream
Inside you is effervescence, enlightenment
fire of unknowns desires
the task trembles with unknown implications
swallow in my veins
as the nape beckons with cool sweat.
the trumpets and alabaster cymbals are lost
in the cacophony of my heart
A gutter ballet rages and the page is wet
with blood….and tears
and silence, my lips