Lucidities: Two Ovillejos
I.
Across our eyes, dark
scarves they bind,
And blind,
Were spun about.
Our twirls incite
Delight
As peers with
stick-pins seek the mark
In dark.
Though muddling spurs
attachments spark,
Id tear away this
veil and see
Before Id stumble
willingly
And blind, delight in
dark.
II.
Within your cage, you
envy me
Im
free
While stalwart bars
imprison you.
Break
through,
They taunt. Youre
trodden neath their heel,
This steel
Forged fast from
pasts self-hate. Appeal
To writers joys;
they sprang me first
With probing prose and
rhyming verse.
Im free- break
through this steel.
A Queen of Infinite Space (a rondel)
With open eyes and
upheld head,
She spies you sleeping,
bids you shed
Your childish
fitfulness. In bed,
Illusionary frights
imbed
Their thorns in
girlhoods crown
oerhead,
Until you ricochet from
bed
With open eyes and
upheld head.
She spies you sleeping,
bids you shed
Maternal strain from
which youd fled.
Your wakings
gone, yet sos your
dread,
And in its place, her
flaxen head
Against your cheek.
Pure peace shes bred
With open eyes and
upheld head.
Shifted Spaces (a kyrielle)
1997
Confined within her
one-room
flat,
She bids men breach her
habitat
To oust the dreams that
plague each night.
.
She pleads, have mercy
on my
plight!
This wan, assistant
retail
boss
Swigs scotch to ease
her
albatross.
Awaiting homebound
buss light
She pleads, have mercy
on my
plight!
Last fall, shed
birthed a baby boy
Born brainless - shorn
of thought or joy.
Bewailing sparks that
cant ignite,
She pleads, have mercy
on my plight!
2017
Now rooted in her
five-room house,
With rat-race tasks and
lists she flouts
The fears shell
fail to stay
upright.
She pleads, have mercy
on my
plight!
This bustling writer
gains repute:
An office job, a long
commute.
When traffic yields
just crimson light,
She pleads, have mercy
on my plight!
Shes birthed two
boys, one headstrong girl
Their perspicacious
minds unfurl
Combust with such
unruly might
She pleads, have mercy
on my plight!
Emergents Roots (an acrostic sonnet)
Emergent trees whove breached their tier
arise,
Mere stems in woods bouquet no more. They
gloat,
Exult in anonymitys demise,
Renounce the verdant canopy theyve
smote.
Geographys constraints now loosed, they
bid
Enflaming Sun accelerate their schemes
Negate their past obscurity. But did
They know, unsullied by vainglorious
dreams,
Sedate shrub saplings (swathed in dark)
exude
Resolve beneath the forest canopy?
Obliged to dusk, the Understorys
brood
Objects to naught. Instead, in woodlands
lee,
Tenacious roots consent to burrow
down
So buttressed, spire-like trees can gain
renown.