Fertile Poetic Ground
Several haikus came to pass last night and some were stream of subconcious type, you see.
Just out for a spin
because the light air demands it
equals the price
Lifted by current
events in the golden hills
have eyes to compete
and one for my grandmother who moved on last month and was quite a poet herself
All are welcome in the cold
earth while the west wind
whips over the southern hills
and the ghosts of my life
crunch the brown leaves
on the dead grass on
the red clay on that...
January day
Just out for a spin
because the light air demands it
equals the price
Lifted by current
events in the golden hills
have eyes to compete
and one for my grandmother who moved on last month and was quite a poet herself
All are welcome in the cold
earth while the west wind
whips over the southern hills
and the ghosts of my life
crunch the brown leaves
on the dead grass on
the red clay on that...
January day
posted by Tony Aguirre | 5:43 PM
1 Comments:
Hey man -- I like the poem about your grandmother. It's more focused and concrete, less abstract (though still pretty abstract and poetic) than some of your other poems. Cool images and language.
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