6/26/2016

HAIKU 2nd SUMMER SERIES


grounding the earth to water





HAIKU 2ndSUMMER SERIES

One eyed singularity 





1

whispers a hunger
a sense of summer passion
repossessed passion

2
of the inhaled
winds waiting for the whispering
inhaled desire

3
a merciless heat
purified by full sunlight
we carefully work

4
in the light lightly
we carefully have to work
to cover ourselves

5
clothed by what we make
an out of necessity
thing we always make



June 2016




HAIKU 2nd SUMMER SERIES


grounding the earth to water





HAIKU 2nd SUMMER SERIES

One eyed singularity 





1

whispers a hunger
a sense of summer passion
repossessed passion

2
of the inhaled
winds waiting for the whispering
inhaled desire

3
a merciless heat
purified by full sunlight
we carefully work

4
in the light lightly
we carefully have to work
to cover ourselves

5
clothed by what we make
an out of necessity
thing we always make



June 2016




A Saturday Oasis







A Saturday oasis





owls and crickets murmur
with the frogs and geese calls
a gentle desert breeze across a star covered sky
with a modern man made lake softly lit
by lighting that shimmers over an unlikely life

a June high dessert early morning sweetened
by air from a day heated conifer feeding
from whose deeply fissured barks that add
surface character to tan colored sand
otherwise so flat and opened to that distant mountain magic

a junipernus fragrance of a leaf
whispering with the breeze and morning calls
as dawn squeezes night out and the day sneaks in

the Sunday sun glows
to the announcing distance of wheels
droning to even more distant trains

suddenly the morning creatures begin a chorus
to the welcoming light
that once quiet and dark
painting those shadows colors of morning
now painted by the glowing light from the east

the dry water color
settles by the gentle lights of man
and the shimmering water he treasures
a cool breeze of a desert morning in June
the new Sunday of a Saturday oasis



June 2016


A Saturday Oasis







A Saturday oasis





owls and crickets murmur
with the frogs and geese calls
a gentle desert breeze across a star covered sky
with a modern man made lake softly lit
by lighting that shimmers over an unlikely life

a June high dessert early morning sweetened
by air from a day heated conifer feeding
from whose deeply fissured barks that add
surface character to tan colored sand
otherwise so flat and opened to that distant mountain magic

a junipernus fragrance of a leaf
whispering with the breeze and morning calls
as dawn squeezes night out and the day sneaks in

the Sunday sun glows
to the announcing distance of wheels
droning to even more distant trains

suddenly the morning creatures begin a chorus
to the welcoming light
that once quiet and dark
painting those shadows colors of morning
now painted by the glowing light from the east

the dry water color
settles by the gentle lights of man
and the shimmering water he treasures
a cool breeze of a desert morning in June
the new Sunday of a Saturday oasis



June 2016


5/26/2016

Betrayal

Betrayal



Muzzle the ox that treadeth out the corn
 
Like an owl in an ivy bush

A thievery's Latin

Punched to air 

A laughter to scorn

Using law Latin to justify

A Naso killing pace

An Elaine of ego

Pouring oil on the fire

An Elagalus

Of its own self destruction

A fool's joy

The Copper Captain Displays




 











Betrayal

Betrayal



Muzzle the ox that treadeth out the corn
 
Like an owl in an ivy bush

A thievery's Latin

Punched to air 

A laughter to scorn

Using law Latin to justify

A Naso killing pace

An Elaine of ego

Pouring oil on the fire

An Elagalus

Of its own self destruction

A fool's joy

The Copper Captain Displays




 











5/24/2016

Impossible Dreams

Impossible Dreams



There are dreams of night like choral music.

Filling that sound like a brush and canvas are our memories before us.

When we turn around we lose sight of what is heard. 

What we hear already has our ears.

Where the canvass is only requires that we see.

The quiet impossibility is the point, the effort is the fault.

There is no fault in impossibility.

 
 
AL  Mendoza
May 2016

Impossible Dreams

Impossible Dreams



There are dreams of night like choral music.

Filling that sound like a brush and canvas are our memories before us.

When we turn around we lose sight of what is heard. 

What we hear already has our ears.

Where the canvass is only requires that we see.

The quiet impossibility is the point, the effort is the fault.

There is no fault in impossibility.

 
 
AL  Mendoza
May 2016

5/21/2016

DREAMS




DREAMS

Awakened prior to light
Prior to rising, dreams

Music heralds richer foods that will follow

Still air and patient reflection
Peacefully set out as a morning's meal

That prior to rising  dream

DREAMS




DREAMS

Awakened prior to light
Prior to rising, dreams

Music heralds richer foods that will follow

Still air and patient reflection
Peacefully set out as a morning's meal

That prior to rising  dream