appropriations

decisions of State

will never be questioned

arbitrary or not

missed

doubling up
at sunny train station
for yesterday's miss

noche

el dulce sueño

del niñito dormido

endulza la noche

sweet dream

by little boy asleep

sweetens night

Power of Radio

three women share

with courage, integrity and humanity

one woman's hope for cure

contar to count

since

april fifteen

my baby now counts

uno, dos, tres...

waving his hand in the air

uno, dos...

smiling surprised at his new skill

uno...

showing proudly how old he is now

 

dreams

he sleeps on the floor

breathing rhythmically lips parted

little prince dreaming

from tonights visiting poet, mi sweet wife

imagine

all around me all

my friends are having babies

one, two, three, surprise

all around me all

my boy and my wife

and i imagine us

 

 

 

 

image: robert-doisneau-1943-le-remorqueur-du-champ-de-mars

 

 

 

 

 

icecicles

lost for two days

phone found in the freezer

was winter in spring

 

delicias

las manitas gordas

junto con su voz ronquita

juegan con la guitarra

his chunky hands

along with his husky voice

play on the guitar

 

nite nite

first come the stories

then the songs, note after note

in my arms sleeps a boy

 

 

o

Lúnes otra vez

Noche oscura y silenciosa

Tarde, tarde, con mi poesía

Monday again

Dark and silent night

Late, late, with my poetry

 

 

 

on Nico's learning

dolphins in the wild

dolphins in the aquarium

one conflicted mind

far and away

dolphins by Grannie's home

waters, swamp and sea

a mere mile away

a promise of protection

acquits their bondage?

Easter-n

Eastern News today

It is snowing in Leipzig

Here, Blossom colors

f l e x i n g

A poem a day

Daily word excercises

Sweat, my neurons, sweat!

Sixth

Rothko, opaque light

Shines on my Sleepy eyes

Here's my poem tonight

 

Origins

long ago I, a child
running high mountains and plains
sprouting dreams and strengths




Anannya Dasgupta, contributor to the Daily Riyaaz (http://napowrimo2012.blogspot.com/), gave me a little primer on Haikus in English language and highlighted the need to focus on the economy of words, not the syllable metric. The English atvatar in her words, would better be synthesis in her proposed version. I keep both version as a testimony to learning. Thanks Annanya!!!

long ago a child
running high mountains
sprouted dreams

Nico

many winters passed

before i found who to love

now my son is here

 

Napo Three or Throos?

many goose are geese

but many moose are not meese

love that mines are yours

Napo Two

War drums sang aloud

No Fletcher Memorial in sight

Thirty years tonight

Napo One

It's NaPoWriMonth

Spring's April fool for many

Serious for poets