John Huggins 1990
there's something there
You don't want to see
the dimple in the chin
where the mean hides
or the pain glinting
from the orbs of the eyes
or the promises in the
sweet pungent odor
of freshly rained on pine trees
You try to swerve
seeing
You struggle with
your brain tightening
airbags become myths
and you are not saved
You end up in a ditch
or you crash
You make up stories
directions
Turn right, turn left
go east, go west
You create an angle
with a blind spot
until you comfortably
can't see
You peek at the
shadow slinking away
a blur
a might have
a could of
You pretend doubt
you never knew
never allowed
never to return to.....
Rozanna Landavazo copyright 2011
I never quite know what to write when I read for fear of revealing myself. Am I brilliant or daft? It's converted to subjectivity. It's a proverb. It's a parable. It's poetry.
ReplyDeleteDitto what Michael said. But, I do know one thing for sure... YOU are brilliant in your use of words. One of my favorite poems is the bean counting one. :o)
ReplyDeleteHay tantas cosas que uno no quiere ver y otras que nunca quisieras perder de vista. Estoy encantada con tu obra.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo, Rozanna.
From Maria:
ReplyDeleteThere are so many things that one does not want to see and others that you never wanted to lose of sight. I am pleased with your work.
A hug, Rozanna.
Thank you Maria, I appreciate your comments. A hug to you too, Rozanna
Michael, Thank you for your insight.
Rachelle, You make me blush, a hug to you.
As many of your poems do, this brought tears to my eyes. Some of the things I have been hiding want to come out. If I look at them who will I be? Barb
ReplyDeleteBarb: Sometimes I think we are like butterflies. We struggle to get out of our cocoons, dry off and try to figure out what's next.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm. I think I have a Haiku poem here! Thank you for the inspiration.