viernes, 13 de mayo de 2011

Strange Language...

Mad house hallooing at the sea






A petición de Teacher Perry...






1.-







Mother said:




“Yes, there are brown cookies
in the basket”;
that we can be friends .
Just as she used to say:
“there was a white rabbit in the moon...”
2.-




The blue eyes of the moon have something



to do with my hands.
So, I can do nothing to stop



them from being as they are.



3.-
Grandma

She used to show me words for me to learn from them.
So when she said SUN,

I ussually saw a patient old man
with arms wide open to my answers...?


"Moon"

and I noticed that nights have black holes

with white shinings

that go through them



"Day"

and gates wide open for the town to come visit



And as nigths and days start at the same place.
when she said

"SKY"...
I learn to fold the clouds, and put them under my pilow
and open my arms to fly...




4.-




I was told never to look at the yellow bows of the sun.
Never to sing

on rainy days,
and on
lonely nigths

to chew and forget my destiny.
Perhaps that’s Why I’m so identical to me.



5.-
Revival

When father died mother took black velvet bows
and laid them on the floor.

After she threw away the tides...
The waves came through the back door

and broke the kitchen in a million pieces.
Since then,

there is a bow and a Light in the middle of the house…
“Never mind” she said: “I’m going to

buy a Black and White dress

for myself, and shoes for both.

From thence:
and for many years, I used to belive that new things
only came when someone died…



6.-
Revival 2



When she died sadness covered my day


But for once I wouldn’t cry
because I was never a good keeper of rain.


So

I washed my face,

I went to school and
took my place on the wall

and thought on my words…


that morning,

much later,

I remembered death;
was how she usually

called things that we always remenbered,
so do I…




Inédito


Dlia Mc Donald Woolery



1 comentario:

la coleccionista dijo...

Karla Araya te ha enviado un enlace a un blog:

I am really glad you have decided to post these poems. You are openning a new door for others to see your work and that of your people. I hope one day we could really say, as a country, of our people too.

Blog: La Coleccionista de Espejos
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