michael hogan

Rookie - 120 Points (July 14,1943 / Newport, Rhode Island)

April In Mexico - Poem by michael hogan

It is the time of the jacaranda
when streets are violet carpets
and venders call "Hay elotes! " in the early evening.
No reason to think this could not last forever
this interval
between burning buses and tortured death
this space in the calendar
when the earth breathes and every tree
shines with its own inner light.

When darkness comes we retreat behind walls.
We hear the staccato bursts of machine guns
muffled thumps of grenades
and interminable screams of sirens
as silent victims are carried down the Periferico
to Hospital Civil.

But then morning again.
Crystalline dew on grass and the privets,
a florescence of roses
splash of old fountains in gardens and a rooster's call.
Heedlessly it all returns, this sweet singular life,
the bougainvillea's bracts of burgundy and tangerine
and the copper flash in the beak of a crow
as he carries a spent cartridge
home to his hidden nest.

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Comments about April In Mexico by michael hogan

  • Emilia Rivera Rio (4/28/2016 9:00:00 AM)

    It is a good poem since all the trees and plants (flowers) that are mentioned are just like mexico but in mexico (and I lived there for 11 years) has nothing to do with murder and sirens at night so I dont agree of speaking like that of mexico. (Report) Reply

    Miles Beacom (4/28/2016 9:50:00 AM)

    Emilia, We have lost more than 100,000 people in the last ten years to the War on Drugs. The 43 missing students is still an open investigation. Yesterday, another news person was assassinated. Authors must be careful who they offend.

    Michael Hogan Michael Hogan (4/28/2016 9:35:00 AM)

    Thank you, Emilia, for yoru comments about the trees and the flower and their authenticity. The part about the sirens is true as well.This was written two years ago when narcotraficantes burned buses and blocked the highway to the airport in Guadalajara.. I have lived here for 26 years. I try to write the truth both good and bad.

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  • (4/27/2016 10:50:00 AM)

    This poem is a tribute to the author who is a poet and a writer and a teacher whose students could have been the missing 43, or on the burning buses or victims of the spent cartridge, but sees the light in the trees. Great poem.
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    Michael Hogan Michael Hogan (4/28/2016 9:31:00 AM)

    Thanks, Miles, for your thoughtful response.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2012

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