evolving


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Lead me over stony pebbles

And deep-rooted paths

To the sounds of the universe

Evolving

Empty words

Trailing like the tail

Of a comet

Lighting my mind on fire.

For now,

It is only the smell of the earth that matters,

Rotting leaves and dark soil

In the fragment of bark

And small things that

Have been buried awhile.

 

March 28, 2015

 

 

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.

Low Tides


Punalu`u, cloud reflection in tidal pool

Punalu`u, cloud reflection in tidal pool

Your words slip through my lips,

A gentle push into the unknown

Where I wait in darkness

For water to move,

In dampness,

In raindrops,

In ocean tides

Where shells of beauty

Are stranded on clinging rocks,

Vulnerable,

Open,

Still wet

For gathering,

By finger tips,

Palms,

And tongues,

Searching for meaning.

Karen K.L. Espaniola      October 7, 2014

Ode To Maya Angelou


Maya,

I will always miss you.

A great tree is who You were,

Roots surging past jagged stones,

Steady, sure, sifting

Through the gravel in my bones,

Waking each cell,

Feeling each bruise,

Absorbing life’s

Battered branches sprouting with light,

And giving me strength,

And breath to breathe,

A beacon in a dark land,

Hope, when all seemed broken,

A free bird soaring,

Picking up the pieces of my heart

Where your cage fell apart,

Following the drinking gourd.

In your trail of living water

I live

In your promised land,

And though you didn’t know me

Your voice was familiar to me,

Comforting, warm like honey,

A resilient old negro spiritual,

Surging, throbbing beyond southern soil,

A thriving river soft like tear drops,

Yet strong,

Running deep where cuts lashed with sorrow

Tangled in veins, and skin, and memory.

Your words healed me with your passion,

Woke me with self-compassion.

You are the rising spirit on the backs of history,

You are the dark ocean moving,

Threading a journey into tomorrow.

Bright diamond,

In the star studded sky,

Lead the way to water,

And I will follow.

 

Karen K. L. Espaniola,

June 1, 2014

 

Antarctica


 

Great, white, predator,

Astounding fearless beauty

Protect your children.

 

You have returned to find

That yesterday is gone,

A few million years melted

Into an abyss of Super-bergs,

hurling centuries of frozen

origin, pure water, sacred water,

Rushing rivers revealing

Naked land, barren land,

a lifeless land, releasing

Your grief-stricken tears

On the face of the earth,

Into the deep,

Into the rising water,

A stew of miss-placed life

Scrambling to survive,

And remember

The beauty,

The strength,

The powerful,

The amazing

Creation

Sinking deep,

Leaving eddies

of memories,

In pictures

behind.

 

 

April 25, 2014

 

 

 

Earth Turn


 

It’s been a while since the earth drew me to her arms

Like a river current pulling me gently along,

A while since those internal strings sang so slowly

As the earth turned, and water spiraled,

and sunlight spread her fingers through the trees

leaving summer shadows fluttering to let go.

 

 

Poetry

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