Sunday, July 29, 2007
This month: John DeLaurentis and Felino Soriano.
CANVAS OF DREAMS
Through the glass I see darkly,
The painting is marred by sweat,
The canvas has bled blood like tears,
At times its colors have disappeared.
But though the blank whiteness
Stands in front of the artist’s breath,
It desires a fresh coat of new colors,
Painted with the petrifaction of tears.
But the ken of the naked eye can’t see
All the dreams and visions spiritualized,
It only hopes to attempt to capture
The refractory mood of light.
The contortionist caught the eye
of the casual passerby
who contravened his condition.
This contest of agility,
Seemed a conundrum quite silly
to the nun from a convent nearby.
To her it seemed not conventional,
Quite contrary and not sensible,
To twist the body in unnatural ways.
But she smiled without control,
Then admonished him bold
to contribute to charity’s cause.
She stared into my eyes,
as if she wished to hook a line
onto the interior thoughts that
danced like marionettes in
the cortices of my mind.
Though I wished to let loose
the passion and fear, wrapped
up like a ball of string,
I could not seem
to find a way to unravel
the words on the tip of my
tongue and let them escape
into coherent sounds.
So she left with a smile,
but with eyes of defeat,
and as soon as she closed the door,
I coughed up syllables
that spilled onto
the paper that stared blankly
up at me, and taught me not
to give up after first sight.
John DeLaurentis received a B.A. in English and a minor in Modern Greek studies from Rutgers University, and a master's degree in English education from Rutgers Graduate School of Education. He is a Teacher of English and Creative Writing in his home state of NJ.
Rare is a Species of Underground Worth,
For Why Exist in the Fashion of Hiding?
Ornamented forms born beneath
specified light, whose unrefined genesis
wanting to be virtuosic schemas,
visualizing all aspects of articulate behavior.
Gauging various gradation,
conceptual philosophical reflection,
as in spiraled examples of
movements spacing value,
visually processing modular tones
becoming no loner exiled.
Continuity develops a separate dialect,
splaying into an origin of metaphorical delusion,
birthing light of ornamented species,
gaining its development
from multiplying motions.
Though Relatively Unknown,
the Catalyst is Always Visible
Absent understanding of the awakened,
available visible, the taken care of
finds solace in solitude
behind closed off angles,
mechanical in movement,
within a vernacular of certain believers,
those of a quality sewn into a fabric
invisible to others.
à la mode in the tradition of
antiestablishment following mechanism
Enlightenment age philosophers
has become considered catastrophic in believability,
and if construed within the balanced
an existence no longer can fathom
Felino Soriano, from California, currently studying philosophy, is employed as a behavioral assistant. Through his occupation he is able to counsel, create goals with, care for, and learn from developmentally disabled adults. His poetry appears or is forthcoming in Black Mail Press, La Fenêtre, Rogue Poetry Review, Blaze VOX, Ken*Again, Ann Arbor Review, Blue Fifth Review, among others.
Monday, July 02, 2007
This month: G. David Swartz
G. David Swartz
When We Kissed
When we kissed
Time did not exist
We went walking
Through the ages
Back into the future
Talking 'bout the things we have yet to do
Together, me and you
When time did not exist
Plastic surgery won’t help me
I have a face like a grunt
It’s my only face
Worn every place
Even if I don't want
Plastic surgery is an oxymoron
Don't taste like plastic nor
Is it obviously shorn
It’s just a word like most
To confuse the host
Plastic surety is more like it
To tell a face to get with it
And not top be burnt up
In and out of love
You Are An Extremely Interesting Person
You are an extremely interesting person
Always something to say
Yet never ever bolting
My thoughts away
In fact you make me think more
Of what I want to seek
In your face or anyplace
We may happen to meet
You are an enchanting woman
With wisdom as well as beauty
And as you cause me to think more
You become more beauty
No you aren't and yes you do
YES I ARNT AND NO I DO
I just know that I don't know what to say
And that is quite a thing not to not know
But you know who really cares
Besides you and me?
I once said no to your yes
And that caused a big why not
And I had little to so
'Cept think and so I thought
And thought and though then sought
So seeking I saw and caught
Not the answers to our problem yes our problem
So I simply sat and sat
And now, this huge now
Huger than a cow
And of course than a horse
Sat I down on cold cold ground
Not making a solid sound
Yet not definitely too quiet
We talked of your parents and my sisters
Death does take us all
But you and I are still alive
And plan to be for a while
G. David Schwartz - the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz is the author of A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue. Currently a volunteer at Drake Hospital in Cincinnati, Schwartz continues to write. His new book, Midrash and Working Out Of The Book is now in stores or can be ordered.
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