Sunrise

Sunrise

Sunrise - Totomai Martinez http://www.totomai.net

Sunrise – Totomai Martinez
http://www.totomai.net

In waves
the sun tiptoes
and sinks into footprints
left in soft sand.

In a gull’s cry
echoes carry.
Lovers come together
on the strand.

Yesterday leaves
with the tide
to bring the future —
glistening footholds.

Tonight at the dVerse Poetics Mary is serving up the inspiring photography of Totomai Martinez. Come and join the fun and art.

This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.

The Rite of Spring

The Rite of Spring

After listening to The Kansas City Symphony’s performance

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A lone bassoon
weaves the air
with youth and surrender
passion and death.

Bows seesaw strings
evoking
flight and fight
forcing
instinct and power to a climax.

You can hear Stravinsky’s girl
in the e-flat clarinet,
piccolos, and flutes.
Proud to be the star.

Yet she is afraid of the thundering
tam-tam, timpani, and bass drum
that call her closer to her fate.

As the dancer submits to death
We hear the tears
and mourning sobs
of the audience
in the piccolo trumpet
and a grave tuba.

After the rapid succession
of innocence lost, we watch
motionless, our breath held
suddenly aware of moments,
intent on our own demise.

This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.

To listen to a really cool version of Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring click Musanin animated video

 

A Revolutionary Communist

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A Revolutionary Communist
(In memory of Leslie Feinberg)

I cut my baby butch teeth
on your Stone Butch Blues.
I always hated that term
but in this moment of goodbye
it feels almost true.

I discovered my body
between the pages
of your words.
Trans-cending
gender on my own

I learned
to embrace the grey
while you played
mother and father
rolling both into one.

You taught me to see:
that we are never what we seem,
to always look in,
and that stone is a veneer
to wear as a shield

and drop like a veil
when standing in a lover’s arms.
You taught me that revolution
was restitution and very personal.
You taught me that self is defined by one.

Today I live in your birth place
as you return home. My journey
is different than yours
and for that I give you
my everlasting gratitude.

This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.

For more information on Leslie Feinberg’s passing read this article on the Advocate 

Memory 99

Day 17 (Click on Wikipedia’s random link until you find something/things that inspire a poem)

Memory 99 came up. It is a large Corten steel sculpture by Lee Kelly.

Wikipedia link
Here is the image link I used to draw the poem from.

http://www.kptv.com/story/19868095/sculpture-unveiled-at-newest-north-park-block

http://www.kptv.com/story/19868095/sculpture-unveiled-at-newest-north-park-block



Memory 99

Long lines
standing tall
metal strong
bent to conform
to the artist’s hand.
Side views of stick figures
with arms in motion.
The symbol of pi
or is it two figures
locked in a kiss?
Is perhaps, the message
they are one and the same
Pi and lovers?
In reflection, life is seen
through owl eyes.
Laughter, love, and wisdom
are better shared.

This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.