Friday, May 31, 2013

Our Innocence could Fill a Great Sentimental Novel



Our Innocence could Fill a Great Sentimental Novel

L. Edgar Otto     31 May, 2013

Somewhere between the darkness and the walking into light
a tunnel claimed by garden green, long and parallel our rails and ties

It does not matter which direction we walk, save to walk apart
perhaps to meet again as lines do here together and at infinity

For we age as does the rusting rails, weathered stones, roots
that break our highest pyramid of cycles, planets, years, brittle bones

Where do the fig leaves end as we touch with our phantom limbs
some braces, wooden legs, plastics, wounded we can feel again?

How much depends on that first kiss, first love, world creating time center
or just holding hands, taking time alone to read each others runes

As if to defy time, or sum up our music together awaiting at the end
not taking from our breaths but adding beats, cannot afford not to

Cassocks fill the march yet love here knows no falling leaves where we
left along the way, our love to renew the steeps and found a homeland.

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Monday, May 27, 2013

Welcoming



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While We and Her Accordion Breathes

                                 L. Edgar Otto     May 27, 2013

When you go away beyond the northern sky 
do not forget to look up, make a map to home again

I have never seen the southern cross, nor my poetess ride with you
through the Pampas as all cowboys do, sing of homesickness

Most of the heavens in the bowl of time we cannot see at once
your eyes,  your sunlight galaxy of freckles - oh the 

Rio Grand exports so many beauties for such a small land
but I will ever only count the constellations on your arms,

So much of you still hidden, so much never revealed in time 
yet we connected our isolated lonely stars, learned the paths

All of the stars in the sky, and all of them again, infinity yet each
contained beyond words and names, poetry's universal language

That we are in different worlds, yet share one sky alone we spin
today's one dream happy yet  lonely together, my Dreamikin.

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