i
white snow-laden trees
outlined by shadowy bark
winter once again.
ii
green winter giants
arms reach out in silent plea
weighed down with wet snow.
i
white snow-laden trees
outlined by shadowy bark
winter once again.
ii
green winter giants
arms reach out in silent plea
weighed down with wet snow.
When the sun is hot and the sky is blue in summertime
even the birds hide to escape the heat because it is summertime
and the heat can be unbearable. When it’s summertime
on the Island all the folk head for beaches to enjoy the summertime
and escape the heat by soaking in the cool ocean during summertime
or shed their winter paleness with a tan they get from summertime.
All the kids are out somewhere in the parks or beaches through the summertime
or dodge the heat in Empire 8 where movies run more often ’cause it’s summertime
and their moms spend more time shopping for the cool air conditioning
and their dads brave the heat at the greens or the club since it’s summertime
and Boomer warns of rain or the chances of it coming all through summertime.
When the heat becomes unbearable and the the people get irritable in summertime
they could not wait for summer when it was still the winter but when summertime
arrives they curse the summer 30s and look forward to some rain in summertime.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2013
children of the earth we are born
in the womb of mother nature we are nurtured
we feed at her bountiful bosom and we grow strong
as children of the earth.
we are born children of the earth
we grow strong feeding from her bounty
and when we are grown we forget how we were born
from the womb of mother nature.
we were nurtured by the rich bounty of our mother earth
we have grown. we have forgotten.
we grow fat taking more than our share.
we grow rich taking more than we need for ourselves.
we grow greedy taking everything from the earth.
we have forgotten how we were born.
we have sold our mother to the highest bidder.
we have sold our lifeline to the earth.
we have sold our mother.
we have sold our earth.
we were born children of the earth
and children of the earth we shall die.
children of the earth we shall hunger for more
and when there is no more, we shall hunger again
for what no longer is. for the barren mother
stripped of her glory
stripped of her bounty
stripped of her beauty
and when she can no longer give
how else shall we live?
as children of the earth we shall die
on the barren grounds stripped of beauty and bounty
in filthy oceans populated by flotsam
on bare mountains that will be bare sand
in the bosom of a dead mother
her children will die.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2013
red
hot
sun
hot
red
heat
hot
heat
waves
red
hot
glare
bright
sun
flare
bright
yellow
glare
bright
yellow
sliver
yellow
orange
flare
© Cindy Lapeña, 2011
passion
what is passion
but intense desire
a torrent of kisses
cascading over two bodies
entwined
entangled arms and legs
and hair
surging over the sheets
a surf
washing the shore
in endless motion
spent
like the sea
gently lapping at
the beach
pulling at the sand
persistent
incessant
tender caresses
silent
but for a faint sighing
echoed infinitessimally
in love
tracing patterns
across wet sand
over and over
again
the sea
runs its fingers
over the beach
picking at the particles
leaving its marks
in wet kisses washed over
by more kisses
building up anew
a storm
beating against the shore
relentlessly
thrashing the sands
thrown up in throes
of passion.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2012
can i call thee the wind that blows
that light and gently stirs leaves of trees?
perhaps thou art the mighty Sol
with tender strength that warms the earth;
or should i say thou art the rain
that nourishes earth’s grassy plains?
thou art perchance the moon demure
that flirts with earth with soft allure?
art thou the stars that flicker bright,
lamps burning endless through the night?
or else thou art the ocean wide,
the timeless flow of ebb and tide;
thou art the force in all the earth
indeed, and all the earth is me.
spirits move me
i am caught
in a whirlwind
of ambrosiac vapors
the essence
envelops me
i am lost
floating
sweet moments
of haze
i am dazed
drowning
i rise above the clouds
dreaming
bubbles burst
i fall
fall
below the clouds
beneath thundering waves
and
sky meets sea
i sink
beneath turbulent torrents
of reality
i grope
grasp
gasp
stars fall out of the sky
and
the heavenly flame is extinguished
i crave
the light
the warmth
only cold remains
dismal
i await
a fable, a myth, a dream
the phoenix
i await
you.