Softly Bends the Leaves

Softly bends the long thin—knifelike leaves Through the curtains and glass I can see—, Its green…

The Sun reflecting off its seams; If I move the piano, just a tinge I’d see the whole thing.

#1659 (2-2-2007)) Lima, Peru

God Told Me

God told me once, “Dennis, you’re after my heart…” “Oh!” I said (perhaps playing dumb) “Is this not true?” He replied. (I hesitated, not sure why)) Said :)) “Yes, this is true,” (I was no fool).

#1658 2-1-2007

Highways

We build highways where people go No one seems to get off them And so, no one really knows….

#1660 2/1-2/2007

Triggers

The Deepest thing in us is Memories, which can, and will find their way out, once triggered.

#1661

Rosa’s Newspaper

She turns the pages of the newspaper Like a slap on a child’s wrist (so it looks and so it sounds): Trying to find the crossword puzzle…!

#1662 (Dedicated to my wife, Rosa Peñaloza de Siluk)

Commentary: Poetry’s Function (just a few words): I believe the nature of poetry, its function—for the most part, have attached meanings; in the physical world, it can be confusing, it is in fact about language, as it claims to be. For often it has no voice, theme or even recognizable form. We call this free Verse, which is the dominate form of Postmodernism; prior to this, we had of course, Modernism, where we reexamined what poetry is. The density of language and intensity of imaging…and imagery; put another way: mental images; and descriptions, metaphors, and similes. Language is a two-way street, embraced but unregulated for the most part.