(Poems of snapping pictures of the moment)
1) A Day in Lima (poem)
Sharla & Sheryl—7-21—2016 (Lima)
A
foggy evening is expected,
It
will come…
The
day is over.
The
visitors have gone back home—
The
girls are having a massage.
The
rooster has yet to croak,
But
he will…
A
drizzle of rain seeps down
Throughout
the air.
Lima’s
a noisy city.
The
girls will catch a taxi home
Tonight!
Rosa’s
eating cabbage and carrots.
In
two more days the girls
Will
go back to America.
#5307/21 July, 2016 / For Sharla and Sheryl
2) Slow Morning (Haiku)
Slow
morning—with rain
July’s
early noon, pale, bleak!
Forlornness,
in Lima.
#5309/22 July 2016 / For Sharla and Sheryl
3)
Coffee at Mall Del Sur
Like
new grass, Sharla and I smelt coffee bags today.
The
spirit moving around in them: I could see into
The
darkness of the bag—
Blazing
up ascents with spiral motions, —the
Aroma!
#5310; 22 July 2016 / For Sharla and Sheryl
4)
Rain will Fall
This
poem should express: thoughts we
have
not yet thought, as with my two nieces
whom
have come afar to visit me!
Those
thoughts, now visible bodies, with eyes
and
ears, have lived through the rain.
They
have become a new and unusual, exciting
volume
for my life, perhaps I for theirs
likewise!
Is
it not true, this is the tip of the tail, for life?
Not
to be disingenuous!
If
not, one wastes his/her life….
#5306/21 July, 2016
5)
Delicate Touches
Taking
the hugs of someone you love,
You
feel they are delicate touches…
Like
tiny tweets of a bird singing
As
in the deep valleys of one’s heart.
#5314/24 July, 2016
Note: Written 12:30 P.M. (17-hours after the two nieces left)
. . .
Notes: Written during a
visit by the author’s Nieces after a ten-year gap, whereupon they came from Minnesota
and Kansas (U.S.A), for nine-days to Lima, in July of 2016; ‘Delicate Touches,’
written 17-hours after the nieces had left the poet’s home.
6) The Lima Cathedral (7-18-2016)
Over my head I hear the
footsteps of the girls,
They step down the last of
the stairway steps,
Like sunlight between two
oaks.
I lean back in my chair,
As the morning comes on, we
all breathe evenly.
Their smiles can’t be sold.
Today we’ll all go—the wife
and I
And they, —to the
Cathedral.
Walk about, the Plaza de
Arms.
I, like an old antelope,
slowly…
#5315/24 July, 2016
7) Lima Train Image (7-18-2016)
My two nieces
Are standing in the train
Amongst the crowd.
Like butterflies, backs to
a corner
Hands on a rail
Voices all about.
I’m sitting
Next to a middle-aged man who’s
Sleeping (pretending).
The girls never move…
Why?
#5316/25 July, 2016
8) The Wind at Larco
Mar (7-19-2016)
We,
the girls, I and Rosa
Spent
all day walking, talking, eating,
Waiting
and guessing
At
Larco Mar: gaging the wind!
To
go paragliding—
Over
the Pacific Ocean.
The
wind was lifeless!
When
the sky speaks, she suppresses,
Subjugates:
makes man guess
When
she’ll blowout her wind filled breasts
And
she never did!
#5311/23 July, 2016/ Written 6:30 P.M.
