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6 Poems - Felino A. Soriano

12/10/2013

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Picture
early, still
 
swaying in the
 
                   predetermined calm (think movement though, in the uncommon faculty of imagination’s curated philosophy)
 
containing family:                             double-horizontal V, the paralleling
clean lines of lean
of physical containment, basket
safe occupation the mother explains
in the silence of her nuanced adoration toward
 
child stilled
 
in the youngness of reaction this
relationship’s prose has begun its thesis toward
fundamental inclusion
 
 
for sale
 
naked rooms, syncopated
nuances
 
rarely telling structured languages
of embarrassment’s lengthy
visitations,
 
their wandering within
on tightrope landscapes of
limited mobility
 
cannot intertwine clarity
toward listeners
whose visitations
 
are limited into cluttered
imaginations’ vocal poverty
, the inability to collage beyond
physical’s virtual interpretation.
 
 
in thanks, a softness draws echoing circles
 
                                                                    (toward an image by Duane Locke)
 
or
                    as when this butterfly’s acrobatics designates
           streamlined sharpness, needed focal intensity, alphabetic structures
                                       engage with the finality of boredom’s royal
cultural leadership: teach what is talking
into the incessant shortness of want                    in the plural of dissatisfaction
                              i
r
                                                                                                 o
                                                n
          y
                                                                   spelled well into the forehead
letter identification replacing
physiognomy’s predetermined
etch of parental
camaraderie--
 
                                       then, or when-yet
the wing reverberates
 
a notch of wind’s ancient knuckle—singular—the wrinkle of solitude
walks atop etchings, a crow onto wall of a borderless
insinuation--
 
wading across where water rarely evaporates, squats
 
order unneeded, seldom here in the proprietary feeling of
subjective spectrums
 
                     and the photo of a sharpened silence of
the sacred’s manifested colors
 
 
isolated travel
 
each eye isolates
 
                    every angle dismantles
                              
                              partitions gain a momentum of solitude
their
longest hand
stays                                                  stilled, causational pause of
 
           moments’ disregard for its familial prior
 
this is not a finalized draft of prosaic prayer:                            something is
 
listening, remember                 ?/!
 
 
such
in the advice from parental                         streamlining                  accolades needn’t affirm a dual identity--
 
                    supreme certainty, the brand of role onto responsibility
                                                                                        the
                                                           extinct freedom toward
manifest jazz                  jazz-in/on
 
each wing of
 
                                       territory’s spectral                             framing,
distance pertaining to
 
yet upcoming embraces, forthcoming reactions
 
needed interaction
                              etching improvised movements
in the carve of this name’s
ergonomic comfort—     
 
      reaching
 
 
parallels of invisible syllables
 
a belief exists:                          winter’s cold examines
                                       brevity of pain’s initial contact
 
 
                    yet
                                                           as does a hand’s
earliest purpose
 
winter’s eventual proclaim of sustained vulnerability, abject
functioning in the fulcrum of annual
visitation
 
this unbalanced fairness of predetermined pestilence
 
evaporates into pastel of March’s wholly resuscitated fever
gathering memory
from the shadow’s silvered hair
representing
the body does not contain sameness
in the echo of a name’s outrageous
extirpations
 
 
posit
 
cricket with
green, magician’s hand
                                                 draws alphabet where soil’s growth allows
                              foreign tongues to
engage through altruistic
fathoms
              interactive vines into gregarious welcomes--
 
 
 
in the future of later’s amalgamated languages


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