Felino Soriano

Painters’ Exhalations 128
—after Ki Yoon Ko’s Distraught

Life arrives differently.

Thread of yesterday’s pattern routine,
the obligated experience
upon walking certain times
into emotional smiles

unravel mystery onto ground
in a dust mirror
gone awry.

Your piano tuned to pitches in the tongue of tonal
  screech.

Family absent
a silence mugging solace.

Panic a face, splayed nostrils allegory
tears sipped from unbelieving eyes.

Tomorrow can be a death time.

Or, a blanket of soothe understanding
now is a focal point preference into
changing pace of obligatory actions.

Painters’ Exhalations 129
—after Tom Levine’s Epiphany

Sky’s stained-glass arc
undoes parallel wishes
of absolute, universal descriptions.
  Etched
  on
  windows
  by
  wind
  malleable
  fingers

  sorted colors by delineated aspectual tone preference
of imaginational shape content.

Tiles we see arranged in hardened bouquets.
  Where
  from the formed do they burgeon into
escape
  a mouth prison humid contact
tongue cannot define thus declines? Bodies

not only walking or the flying too agreeable stint
on air lines invisible or floss thin,
  sky unmasks
most beautifully after dark

dissipates a cordial leave
leaving dusted off shapes to decorate the eyes of
new formations.

Felino Soriano © 2009

Painters’ Exhalations 131

—after Grace Borgenicht’s White Beach

The language of sand
foreign to the manmade tongue
slippery to the vernacular with
bare fundamentals. Thus, dear
sand in unfocused distance, a brand of whisper
delegated to beneath the lid of suppressed
depression.

So thick the texture of the moment.

Movement disallows rest for the observant
meditator forming the specific sound near alphabet’s end
with curved, unstressed legs.

Watching, the mountains with solid black
eyes.

Water’s elastic skin shining a bulb of nighttime
extinction.

Peace, for elsewhere silence is deaf to suffering, suffering
among the screaming whose day attaches to a disposition of
meandering distrust.

Felino Soriano © 2009