improvisations

i wrote this after reading garcia lorcas early poems.

The utterance 

of stolen breath

under the crystalline voice

of a rolling spring,

swirling pillars of mist

and song rise

unbroken by the call

and whistle

of the guard of the wind. 

The Great upheaval,

the Shepherd's tone

lifting the infinite

in swirls of smoke

rolling from my

grandfathers tongue.

Spoiled and unclean

voice of a stolen breath. 

Reviews

[JENY]

While going through this..
I nostalgic pain grips me....
Your poems have the power to whisk the hidden emotions...
I like you and your poems