Unwoven

The fabric of nature

Woven into the texture of sound

And water

And color

And thought in knowing

There is a reason for knowing

We just don’t know why

And there is an awakening

For a journey to shape Hope

In juxtaposition

To the silence of tall mountains

In juxtaposition

To war in Afghanistan where poppies wave orange

Against bullet blue skies and wind ravaged hills

In all

That matters…

In the end…

How does the curve relate to the angle?

The cross to the star to the sickle

Symbols of fallen snow

And sunset glow in acid rain?

How does blood dry up and blow away so quickly

Like forests

While I sleep

And the thudding discontent of selfhood

Lost in wanting to be

where it matters most

in the veins of the earth

where curvature has no shape and

roots stretch north

To where the stars begin

Treading softly

In what’s been left behind

 

In place.

Sonnet. Fragrance of My Heart

Your golden blossoms shake my longing heart

From my sweet sleep awakened dappled light

Remind me I have loved you from the start

A trembling kiss of dazzling aching bright.

 

But what if days of sunrise come to end

Or golden flowers wake too late to bud

Or heavy fragile stems begin to bend

And blossoms flutter fragile to the mud?

 

Then I will reach both hands to catch your fall

For just a fleeting moment of your beauty

Embrace the velvet raindrop of your petal

That lights in grace upon my lips so gently.

 

Whose fragrant love is sweet and more divine

Whose tender heart shines brighter next to mine

sunrise

Conflict/Resolution

After the Rain

 

I move into the rain

Where life is real,

Detaching from dry dust of day

Its residue coating my thoughts

Like broken words

Orchestrating, motivating,

Stirring, pushing to external heights,

Crashing,

Dissolving in liquid

And wet socks.

 

Rain streams

Over eyelids and cheeks,

Over-flowing rivulets,

Cleansing,

Falling on fertile lips

Waiting swollen

For a happy ending,

Winter clinging to an earth

Of resilience

Despite blight and sounds of cold snaps,

Increments of anxiety,

Internal waves deafening momentum,

Breaking inward, outward,

Out of proportion,

Or is it only an illusion?

 

Raindrops trickling,

Reminding me,

Surface of skin, warmth

Of salt, and memories

Like pale pink berries still warm,

Still succulent with summer’s sun

In that rain long ago,

Water remembers

My heartbeat fluttering in fine mist

Wanting to taste you then

In soft soil,

Wet between rows of peas

and cantaloupe, tongue-watering,

A quickening pale shoot

Moving forward,

Hands, hair, hope merging

In reality,

Conflict is a sweet word,

Surging sap between winter and spring

Red and blue,

Pele and Hi`iaka raging in a blizzard of

Fire and snow

Dualities tangled together

In love for an eternity,

Tongues, veins, blood, skin

Moving into streams

Of rain,

Falling gently.

 

Karen K. L. Espaniola         February 1, 2015