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my soul is Yours to sow

November 12th, 2012 No comments

my soul is Yours to sow

in fertile land, not fallow

in richest earth to grow

and root quite deep, not shallow

i'll germinate to know

my foliage green, not sallow

 

so sow me head to toe,

but sow me in Your Heart to make me hallowed

Categories: Miscellaneous, Nature, Poetry

The Plant Kingdom, Tonsured

October 4th, 2008 No comments

Plants, sheared to a stub
like corn, reaped for harvest
or grasses, mowed
and trees, cut of their limbs
for decoration
or put down for paper
issue forth an
aspirin-like compound into the air
for the

pain,

I kid you not.
It is true that plants
have no nerves
have no minds
and do not twitch in agony
like we do. But then

why

do they release an analgesic
into the surroundings
when under stress?

In utter silence
of monastic proportions
plants endure our butchery
And never do we thank them
or admire them
for their exuberant boon
their fruit
their strength
their beautiful verdure
or
their venerable, stoic

martyrdom.

*In writing this poem, I thought of the Amazon and Brazil and the exaggerated deforestation taking place there.  An interesting article can also be found here, as an example.

Categories: Nature, Poetry

Quiet Joys

September 4th, 2008 No comments

There's a quiet joy I think
to my father's jokes that are 
funny-but-not-really. I
don't talk
when he tells them, and I put 
a face of one not
too moved for laughter.
There's a quiet joy I think
most people miss
walking down the broken sidewalk
of my conifer forest. Along the road
there are anise plants
so completely ordinary with
their two white petals
in an axis. I
roll one bulb between my fingers
and take in a sweetness that
cannot be forgotten. 
There's a quiet joy to my stomping
along the path to my house 
impeded by roots and tiny
nuts that bulge into my soul
through the soles of my shoes.
There's a quiet joy to these things,
till you twist an ankle.

 

*I'm more like my father than I'm willing to admit, and I did twist an ankle that hurt quite a bit for a few weeks.

Categories: Nature, Poetry

Red Ant Queens

September 1st, 2008 2 comments

Mid Julys on alternate years
sometimes bring swarms of queen ants
out of their nests
for mating. It is the rainy season
in Guadalajara.
They are thumb-proportioned, 
devoid of wings
but with powerful mandibles
nail-sized. Thick bristles stick out 
of their backs
right behind the two black pearls
they have for eyes.
These are red ant queens, mind
that live under trees or moss or 
football fields
and are very scary. They
command armies of workers
that live to feed them. They are 
strong at their mouths 
and could surely cut
through flesh and arteries
and bone to the utter detachment 
of a pinky finger.
We eat them with tortillas, 
lightly roasted.

 

*I was seeking to build a particular description with a surprise ending, while commenting on a larger scale about our own species.

Categories: Guadalajara, Mexico, Nature, Poetry