Eddie Roa Poems

Memories cascade over moss laden rocks
Blurred and misty images chasing each other
A bird splashes and disturbs the peace
Globules stay on the crinkles of my nose
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The roads we have trod
Never become familiar
The dusts of alleys remain
Pasted on our worn out sandals
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You live in the east of the ocean
And I, west of the mountains
And yet with a providential swiftness
We are lead willingly by glad wings
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I sat listless
My writing chair is hard
I should change it
It occupied me too much
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The sun on its descent
Bade the flowers
To unfurl their royal capes
And through the disappearing light
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I give you three guesses and more, but
Even the oracle cannot make me out
The sphinx uses my mystery in riddles
I am dove, I am eagle, I am the sun
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The summer sun shone exceedingly bright
Struck harshly on old men in a mid morning parade
Made the marching lane seem wider than it was
And, also, made it seem longer than they can walk
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At twilight I plucked the twigs in a gossamer trap,
It hummed the most mournful of nocturnal airs,
An entrapped cicada droned grating sounds
As it wriggled to be freed from its cage of lace.
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The flame tree is in a mantle of red explosions
The ladies and young lasses watch by the window sill
Gazing at the flaming spectacle from the living room
Unaware of the blood lust this carmine display
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One sullen day on a beach
I spread my beach towel on the sand
And posed as if in deep musing
But nothing came to my senses
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