the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Monday 28 November 2011

Felino A. Soriano - Three Poems

Various Tessellations 15
 
—after Karen Fitzgerald’s painting, Burning Pearl
 
Pearls contain clementine reflections. 
            Particular
to this rage of inward glow                  at
                                    paralleled
                                                                        parameters                               flow
induces partial flame  
 
synchronized ornamental prophecies beyond bodily worth                 the
 
                        symmetry of health comprehends when held
wholly within hand of adoptive disposition.
 
Various Tessellations 16
 
—after Paul Motian’s Casino
 
Night of desolation.
 
Causation.
 
Hand of magical mimesis.
 
Opponent of gift lights,
partial
            to the hiding dynamic of dissipated timekeeping,
intentional.
 
Requesting monetary deviation.
 
Smoke into twirling barrage of
dancing halos
 
                                    crowning pearl of rarity, win   win
syncopated hope then
 
desolate again, traveler, another temporal anecdotal
 
immanence.  
 
Various Tessellations 17
 
—after Paul Motian Trio’s Birdsong
 
Wire dance, paused vernacular you’ve
become an etched insulation, varied.
 
            Saddened now you’ve
orchestrated denial, ascended angled psalms of
                                                                                                mobile interpretations.  Rejuvenation
within tomorrow’s solid music, rhythm
volume oscillating constructs:
 
below the
italicized watchers entail
burdened absence, succinct as wind amid
a branch’s naked cleansing, autumnal.  Can the
                                                                                                whisper of your fingered song
rotate into twirled aspect of neoteric dancer?
 
                        My answer
forgoes logical nuances, suppositional where
 
isolation gilds broken heirlooms:
 
                                                                                                trio of cadenced sorrow
purpling closeness as if bruised through intention, and
the
                                                heal of rounded scar
escapes pain of the original graving
skin inward reflectional
diameter,
                        withdrawn into back
                                    stepping
ideological
                                                                        hanker.