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