A WHISPER BEHIND GAUZE

A WHISPER BEHIND GAUZE

whispers like gauze

a net of air

shades of whispers

that kiss of the unseen

barely felt

becoming

the joyous search

afraid

to sleep in the dark

a surrounding tension

when there is no picture

like the one never painted

like a vesper 

unseen

the shadow of a whisper

 or a gray evening

a night overcast

that vesper unseen

a picture never painted

ventriloquism

unheard

a gauze 

a shadow

from a place

a joyous search

in the shadows of whispers

that is a silence

 barely felt

A.MENDOZA, 2017

A WHISPER BEHIND GAUZE

A WHISPER BEHIND GAUZE

whispers like gauze

a net of air

shades of whispers

that kiss of the unseen

barely felt

becoming

the joyous search

afraid

to sleep in the dark

a surrounding tension

when there is no picture

like the one never painted

like a vesper 

unseen

the shadow of a whisper

 or a gray evening

a night overcast

that vesper unseen

a picture never painted

ventriloquism

unheard

a gauze 

a shadow

from a place

a joyous search

in the shadows of whispers

that is a silence

 barely felt

A.MENDOZA, 2017

Noxia to Susurrus

 Noxia to Susurrus

return of the romantic and the Victorian
in modernist angst rebellion
punks as neo-steampunk 
violence limp without daring 
daring to be limp
with self-righteousness
with assuredness
all rights assured

you Kant Wittgenstein
dots from lights
with the rushes of winds
with whispers
with roars
modernist angst in rebellion

and the urge surges forward
the book drops itself
in surreal winding
like a wind coiling
to the spine is spiraling
working in the dreams
like a bow poised
taking aim at a windstorm

the arrow trapped its inclination
against the fury
the bolt trapped in a draft
and suddenly 
a zephyr
like a whisper in a roar
an undertow
as the current flows
an ebb tide of music
amongst the noise

A.MENDOZA, 2017

Noxia to Susurrus

 Noxia to Susurrus

return of the romantic and the Victorian
in modernist angst rebellion
punks as neo-steampunk 
violence limp without daring 
daring to be limp
with self-righteousness
with assuredness
all rights assured

you Kant Wittgenstein
dots from lights
with the rushes of winds
with whispers
with roars
modernist angst in rebellion

and the urge surges forward
the book drops itself
in surreal winding
like a wind coiling
to the spine is spiraling
working in the dreams
like a bow poised
taking aim at a windstorm

the arrow trapped its inclination
against the fury
the bolt trapped in a draft
and suddenly 
a zephyr
like a whisper in a roar
an undertow
as the current flows
an ebb tide of music
amongst the noise

A.MENDOZA, 2017

ROCKY DARKNESS

Rocky water like waves
That smooth as glass reflection
That shimmer of movement

Waves lit
Crossing glass

As a moment passes

Movement that shimmers
In opposite directions
Hidden shadows in front
Behind a light tip
Across air as a moment
Of movement

More of moisture
Less of shadow
Is the tip
And always across
In the direction
Of most resistance

Waves lit 

 in the conflict

Across air as a moment

Knowledge
From what makes dark
Is light

A.MENDOZA, 2017

ROCKY DARKNESS

Rocky water like waves
That smooth as glass reflection
That shimmer of movement

Waves lit
Crossing glass

As a moment passes

Movement that shimmers
In opposite directions
Hidden shadows in front
Behind a light tip
Across air as a moment
Of movement

More of moisture
Less of shadow
Is the tip
And always across
In the direction
Of most resistance

Waves lit 

 in the conflict

Across air as a moment

Knowledge
From what makes dark
Is light

A.MENDOZA, 2017

PLATE OF SOBS

 

PLATE OF SOBS

Angst of reserve
Solace in anxiety
Partial premonition
Timing extending
Anticipation

Never an expectation
Coddled
Promoting
Death as a reason
Never the Excuse

The sobs become as plates
laying along a menu
In anticipation
Death as reason
Never an excuse

Timing an extension
Of anticipation
No solace in anxiety
is the  angst of reserve
As plates fill with sobs

A.MENDOZA, 2017 

PLATE OF SOBS

 

PLATE OF SOBS

Angst of reserve
Solace in anxiety
Partial premonition
Timing extending
Anticipation

Never an expectation
Coddled
Promoting
Death as a reason
Never the Excuse

The sobs become as plates
laying along a menu
In anticipation
Death as reason
Never an excuse

Timing an extension
Of anticipation
No solace in anxiety
is the  angst of reserve
As plates fill with sobs

A.MENDOZA, 2017