The Poetry Marathon

First Blush

She knew her ears were blushing,
and wished, in that moment,
for long tresses to come back.

These up-dos were far too revealing;
and she, with her pale complexion,
could vaguely hide her interest.

Head turned, she watched him saunter
closer, greeting dignitaries at each step.
eyes burning into ivory skin.

The blush moved across her cheek
Down her stretched neck to
black velvet barely hiding her virginity.

Feet away, her balance drifted
hard against an empty table.
Her black fan whipped into eclipse.

“I see a profligate gaze this evening, mademoiselle.”
Tears behind dry eyes gasped for breath.
“And no other suits draw near.”

He kissed her animate hand. She bit her siren lip.
“My duty – solely to honor your beauty.
I sorely lack cupidity.”

With that he walked away, leaving her puzzled.
Was he a priest? Or a monk? Or perhaps royalty?
Too good for a peasant in black velvet and diamonds?

Suddenly, she understood, when his hand
hunted the backside of her elder brother.
Her ears went white again, and she grew older.

Old friends

You were my first love, did you know that?

I’m sure you did. You were always pretty clever,

even if I didn’t always act like it.

When you said yes, I was so grateful.

Then you said no, and it was like part of me died.

It’s no excuse, but if I’d know then what I know now,

Maybe you and I could still have been close.

When I lost you, I didn’t just lose my highschool sweetheart,

I lost my best friend.

Everyone told me I wasn’t good enough for you.

In a way, I agreed. To me, you were an angel, incapable of wrong.

Things are different now though, Marisa. I’ve moved on. I’ve grown up.

There’s no right or wrong way to apologize for how I acted after we parted,

If I were you, I probably wouldn’t want to speak to me either.

Either way, you’ve changed me, and if I could go back and time and change things,

I think maybe I could have helped to change you for the better, too.

They say it’s the broken path that leads to paradise.

If that is the case, I guess I’ll just have to continue being grateful to you for breaking my heart.

THE DIARIES

Once we were slaves in the land of Egypt.

It hurts my eyes to look through a telescope as His reflection joins me in the mirror.

I feel sentimental over champagne, whispering until

1, 2, 3

In the morning.

The prison lets me keep my notes, my personal effects feel nostalgic.

Watching the guards I see how it is called madness.

I see how I have secured myself within my own nothingness same as walls.

We began painting the loft as you stated your reasons for not wanting to see the doctor.

I am patient as his sorrow feels the troubles he was served at breakfast.

Majesty but never madness,

mother,

your paint covers the smell of my sins…

My Cassidy 23

Golden fur and chocolate eyes,

She loved being pet,

and barked at flies.

Not the brightest pup

but she was mine

She didn’t know a ball from a rock

but that was fine

I remember ten fond years

of play-time, fetch, and catch.

Just talking about it brings up tears

and sorrow weighs heavily on my chest.

And if you’re wondering why I still cry,

it’s because I never got to say goodbye.

Almost there

Come away with me.
We have finished our duty here,
And you must be so tired.
We can shed these forms,
And surrender to oblivion.

A Friendship lost

 

 

Lack in friendship whom I deemed so much respect

Knowing every element of entirety aspect

Consuming immensely my soul and spirit

Entertaining immensely to given aspiration

 

 

Nothing much is given

Entering in a given silence

To thresh out the inner sanctum

As silence communicate sanity

 

Providentially caring and solidifying boundaries

Gaining ground but space back out in lustier

Inflaming capacities reaching new horizons

Making it to myself to its mastery

 

Engaging to life without him always moving forward

Reaching much in the emulation within the inward

 

 

 

© Roy Mark Azanza Corrales 06082017 7:05   PM PST

HOUR13

 

No money law

 

What if we had no costs?

Indeed, what if money disappeared?

Wouldn’t we be happier?

Wouldn’t we have less obstacles?

 

What if presents costed nothing and

if we could offer them all the time

without paying a thing?

Wouldn’t it be just great?

Miles Apart

Many miles separate me
From my family, they’re my pride.
A country border, many states I’d have to cross
To be by their side.
My two sons make me laugh
As we stumble through the days
My daughter in law makes me smile
As we talk in the sun’s rays.
My two granddaughters are so loved
By their Nana, that is me.
My parents, my aunt and cousins
Complete my family.
In our hearts we are together
The miles they melt away
When I go to see them
They wish that I could stay.

> a thousand words

A Place

Home

is where

I

grew up

but not

where

I

grew.