poems || Felino A. Soriano

Verified Renditions 16

 

 

 

Blend of broken silence.  Whom acknowledges?  Rhythm of all, incomplete

                        thus

rabid thirst requires intellectual halt toward emotional conniptions, ceased.

 

                                                                                    Vagrant

                                                            delinquents

                        vocalize

spicy hate of non-home existential banter                                           with

posited momentum excusing such excavated content.  

 

 

Whom among the broken noon expands required diligence against focal

diagrams, paradigm-rust expands into glazed palm of human intuition—

 

 

Verified Renditions 17

 

 

 

Quiet in urn’s

ash rewaking surrogate emotion.  To the

death of arid cheek, mimic of silent

syllables you become the them

unmoving.

 

 

Verified Renditions 18

 

 

 

He awaits rise of realized physicality.  Body

substantiates eld and ambulates

within cultural spectrum of generational

admonishers.  Hat as halo becomes leaning

consolation, lending while holding

prior fluctuation of guile within

related premiere delegating process. 

 

 

Verified Renditions 19

 

 

 

You remember grief resembled a stranded

silver strand

 

                                    hair of a Thursday’s horizontal brush

dying

among its second decision                   brunette/gray

 

attached/separated inhabiting time

with

            spatial sameness as

hands intertwining against a walk’s beach-long distance and

moon’s strongest palm opening atop waves’ elongated entrance.

 

 

Verified Renditions 20

 

 

 

Clear this clarity of opened

window                        allowing frequent voice of vibrating fibrils

                                    cursive flow into

room of my shelved existential prose and analytical posture

delineated poetry from advantageous jazz.  Curtain

unused, thus wrinkled in an age of improper

engagement; the worn of attenuate orange

                                    bends at lowest joint

                                    collecting ants and perhaps the antiquity of

                                    long-ago steps I relayed to walk the parallel

                                    alley to ignite 10:00 a.m.’s light

            creating

multilayered language of octagonal angles

drawing vernacular across carpet of previous

            luster.