Fractal Physics

poetic license 

 jumping from fractured fairy tales

to fractal physics

the very flower scented and grown

from perfume bottles

a glass to see into

a sample dipped 

delicately

and never tasted

looking into it becoming

a surprize at what is seen

from midnight to midday

time flows in gravity

drip dripping 

little waves of beads 

elemental sands

an hourglass bottling

a perfumed bottle

it can be looked though

but never sampled

not even in surprize

seeing without scent

presenting the untouchable sample

of a moment lost

for all our fractured fairy tales

to a fractal physics

we must wake

A. Mendoza, July 2020

a drop in the pool

a drop in the pool

a whiteout an all colour blizzard

geometric forms unseen

passing through glass 

shaded in vapor thin sheets

and the drip drip of blood that is your soul begins to pool

do you touch it 

or does it touch you

as the colour forms emerging from the geometry

of your heart

a vapor thin sheet both circle and angle 

a water colourless

crystallizing drip by drip

a release both pain and joy

as all things are birthed

dripping vapor thin glass shading on sheets

the result of love

a birth dripped

do you touch it

or does it touch you

a geometry from the pool that is your soul

A. Mendoza, June 2020

SOLFEGGIO DREAM

SOLFEGGIO DREAM

sunrises are beautiful

even when you don't wear your glasses

to hit a rock

becoming by conditioning

an indurate curtain

a condition as hard to pronounce

as cure

fortunately, your love is my cure

possible by sleep

in a solfeggio dream

sometimes striving to control a dream

as if not possessed

like grabbing for water

grabbing for a love 

already possessed

a scent 

a mist

a gauze in front a light

a shadow's desire

 changed for silk

there are no shadows with silk

there is no need to see through

what is there 

there is no need for glasses

in a solfeggio dream

because the sun rises always beautiful

 stand very close

no need to wear them

A. Mendoza, June 2020

THE HALF MOON AND THE PENNY

THE HALF MOON AND THE PENNY

picking up luck in a cool summer's night 

catching the half moon

wide awake

in the darkness

copper coins for the eyes

polished brightly shine

or maybe they're new

or never have been used

singing crickets in the night

teasing birds who cannot see them

keeping them awake 

in anticipation

in predawn colors

a half moon wide awake

giving rhythm to the singing

from night to morning music

the penny copper morning

a luck to pick up

after catching the half moon

how good it is to be awake

in the darkness

A. MENDOZA, JUNE 2020

NOT

 

NOT

fear 

in understanding

in not

knowledge

as understanding

as not

no reaction

the doing

the accepting

the final reaction

the final knowledge

the final fear

understanding the doing 

and accepting the reaction 

and not fear

A. Mendoza, June 2020

MARKER

MARKER

destruction of silence

and the death of noise

become a graveyard marker

background to well manicured fences

bordered remembrances

so we never forget

keeping them in their places

close to our hearts

destruction of silence

as music 

a death

a noise

covering places 

fenced in 

so we never forget

our markers

A. Mendoza, June 2020

BREEZE

Breeze

not wanting to do anything

even sleep is too much

eyelids too weak to close

thought becomes tiresome

slowing breath conserves strength

darkness is rest for the eyes

just waiting for a breeze

a moon for a light

witnessing stars

in the comfort of night

suddenly the nothingness

and that odd jolt

awakens the open eyes

to silence

starlight witnessing eternity moving

in a single breath

any wanting too much

becoming tiresome thought

resting open eyes

not wanting to do anything

just waiting for a breeze

A. Mendoza

6-10-2020

VALLEY

VALLEY

  

where all the air

and the winds will whip

water and snow to ice

while we sequester in place

where the fires fly over the mountains

smoke painted on backdrops of flame

and a world renewed in death, destruction

defining mortality

rebirthed so living fire may feed again

inhaling wind

exhaling flame

breathing as living things do

where silence is more death than peace

and the sun, the clouds, the mountains

stand apart competing

for a night so they may hide

where under the cover of stars

alone with the moon

wind whispering to the the music of mountains 

with a blanket of clouds

an accusation instead 

of a question

do you love

 in the night

it is so hard to see

from the valley

so you must travel

to the mountain

a.mendoza 6-2020