night
it's a whisper
a breeze hinted
the night
it's a silk dance
to the music
of night
a gentile zephyr
an anticipation
of night
Al Mendoza 2-22
Dreaming of Colors
the night the colors hinted in dreams
the light the dark hinted in coming shades
that anticipation
that shaded whisper
as if the very air were salted
prepared for boiling
and in the salt is the flavor not yet tasted
like a guess like a kiss
what to place in that cauldron
what flavors do those choices make
we prepare the preparations
we summon a memory
the next is better than the last
we have to start the fire
dreams of colors
tastes of that anticipation
memories made to summon that last
that cauldron
that fire
of anticipation
A Mendoza, 2022
What?
2022
The first sunset over a Texas bay
in decades
where are the mountains?
i suddenly missed the mountains i lived by
those eternal canvasses of light, shadow, desert heat and winter's snow caps
moving water pushed by winds unrelenting
drifting snow rushing to its resting place
so alike in rage and power
so different in taste and feel
move the water to the mountain it becomes snow
move the snow to the bay it becomes water
eternal are the lights, shadow, and wind
to be only a man in snow
to be only the singular in water
we are shadow and wind
a witness to the mountain
Al Mendoza, January 2022
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
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
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
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
