One Word


 

parting, and not knowing.

drowning in wanting, needing,

and not having.

in the 11th hour

one word

could keep you going

 

one word

 

heard whispering from internal workings

of the Universe,

in tongue, in social media,

threading the air like music

on a Sunday morn

from street

to corner grocery store,

unexpected movement,

speaking to be heard

through the least of these

mouths of the poor,

cardboard desolate,

pavement lonely;

 

thick calloused worker hands

tenderly counting out dollar bills,

each symbolizing time and hard labor

away from doe-eyed children

clinging to grocery carts

longing for big corporation candy,

wanting, and yet not having

this land of the free

does not diminish want and need.

 

did you find everything you were looking for

I find myself saying

to a white sleeveless preacher man

Soft-drawled, and crucifix tattoo’d

who beamed cherub-like and replied

“I am blessed with Jesus’ blood And more.”

His pensive wife, tired from worry by his side

 

to which an elder black man smiled

and chimed across the aisle

“Aren’t you gonna ask me how I am?”

grinning with a glint in his eye

a plaid hat and walking stick

yet still walking out with buoyant stride,

thread-bare pockets and

a loaf of white bread cradled in his arms

and a pocketful of change to spare

throwing a word Into the air

for all to hear

 

“Blessed”

 

and I react with surprise

recognizing wisdom

whispered from universal wells

of wanting, and longing,

and knowing

that whatever I have is enough

and with a desperate nod,

breathe out

 

one word.

Yes.

 

Karen K.L. Espaniola               September 15, 2015

I, Romeo


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“I defy thee stars”

twinkling in the world so bright,

A showering of power and might,

Shimmering glow of sweet innocence,

Dismembered ember, distant progenitor of my destiny.

You protected my ancestors upon the sea,

Against fearful shadows and hateful memories.

Yet here I am, a product of your mystery

Alone, and seemingly without a guide,

Embarking on a journey without any at my side.

 

“I defy thee”

That eats away the known universe

Carrying ancient legends of heroic deeds

Of fearless, selfless men who dared to bleed,

That sends angel gods whispering to my ears

To escape the paradox of wanting to be free

Of wanting,

Of time in memorial,

like scattered flowers in rotting sun,

Still exuding a day of soft petaled love

Nested passion, fated kiss

On a cheek, on the lips,

in a garden,

Under a tree.

 

 

“I defy thee”

though your beauty reels me in

A siren’s sweet melody licking heart’s wound

Of sorrow simmering in torn silence

Waiting for your ancient fire, burning,

Wanting in beauty, drowning

Under a cold starlit heaven, weeping

In mass self-destruction, bleeding

Unheroic dreams, written at my own birth,

My house is crumbling,

A spinning light in a darkened universe

A failed perception of reality though I try

A burned path of old destruction though I cry

In the shadows of city lights

Old fears of broken social order

Are still fighting in the streets

like bodies falling to the ground

with rusted daggers to the heart

love is a paradox that is only tasted,

and sorrow a potion that “shall be endured”,

drunk with an eternal silence,

A lonely drop under the universe

Just a drop left

Just a drop left

For me.

 

Hair


 

My Pacific Island roots

flow through my hair,

An ocean-tangled savagery

that moves through me

like heightened drumbeats

sliding across soft skin, aching

wind-whipped bending wild grass,

sun-soaked and salted sands

breathing and rising with the tides.

My hair commands the Milky Way,

Spiraling Swirls of stars and comets

dancing like  sea anemone in

Sensual-swelling waves

Synergy Cascading,

Powered by pride,

And chanting, Earth offering,

Absorbing heat and warmth,

Hot magma goddess force,

Mud-spattering, Ehu-streaking

Light of Fire-sweeping,

Navigated by stars and wind

my woman’s glory

is the Universe

Flowing freely.

 

April 2, 2015

Clearing My Mind


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Can’t stop glancing, Wondering,

Hello?

Can’t stop clicking, Looking,

Are you there?

hundreds of miles, in a second

to get there,

fingers aching, to send

heartstrings to the universe,

waiting, agonizing for some reply,

Instantaneously Nerve-racking

symbol keys, wanting to smile,

Wanting to make hearts,

Make love in cyberspace

Quickly with two fingers, and sometimes

My thumb, over thousands of miles

Wanting to know why

You are silent.

 

And now my phone is off

And words are scrambling out of space

Detaching from an exterior sense

And turning inward

To clear my mind

Of all instants

Of hearts and smiles

And I Love you’s

Spattered expectantly,

ambiguously

 

My heart wants to be filled

With your intentions

Words

And broken phrases

To fill the gaps,

A chinking of cracks

missing you

Wanting to kiss you with

sleepy words

Curled in bed yearning

Like a cat

In a dog’s world.

Anxiety


 

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Anxiety eats me up

Uncounseled

By the up-side-down moon,

Is not content with Venus,

Or Maui’s nets dragging the Universe

Of stars, plowing the planets in a surging sea.

A throw-net of river stones

Plunging me into blue skies,

Tears me apart with shark teeth

And sea shells,

Kills me with patience,

Ka-bobs me with sharp spikes

And holds me over a keawe wood fire

To burn hot, and clear, and bright.

 

Anxiety drives me into the soil

An O’o stick on stone lamenting

Where planting fingers linger near,

Binds me,

Ties me,

Strings me,

Stakes me,

And leaves me

Empty,

A fluttering Hawk’s feather falling free,

Without vibrant red flowers or the sound of rain

Or small ferns bursting with green

On muddy earth

And silent words unsaid in firelight

Lit only with eyes

And rain on skin

once caressed me

With a look.

And a touch,

A leaf on a current

Of air, of water, of breath, of sadness,

Of love with nowhere to go,

Blows me quietly away.

Wildflowers


 

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She leads me through milkweeds and wildflowers

Into the curvature of distant stars,

Where fireflies dance

Like fires in my heart,

Pulsating, alive

With thunder

And lightening

And where the scent of tall grasses

Still warm from sunlight,

And damp from rain,

Catches between my toes.

Sky River


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I look to the sky river,

A fluid, timeless, spaceless current,

My heart wide open,

Ready to gather ripples

From the universe,

A hopeful flow that pulls me in

And bathes me

in fingers of light.

Poetry

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