Guillermo Veloso

Freshman - 585 Points (September 25 1962 / New York City)

My Wild God Blooms - Poem by Guillermo Veloso

I live with a wild god
Of no face
Of no voice
Of no intent
Of no liturgy
Of no hate
Of no love
Of winds
Of smells
Of the earth
Of the black of space
Of burning sun
Of Snow
Of blooms in the snow
Of coal black eyes
Of impossibly tangled hair
Of warm rain slow and wet
Of leaves that crackle in dry death
Of cicadas that electrify the air
Of the blue that explodes onto mountains
Of impermanence
Of eternal and infinite
Now


Comments about My Wild God Blooms by Guillermo Veloso

  • Gold Star - 9,850 Points Mr. Nobody (9/20/2014 11:33:00 PM)

    Love it! ! !

    11/10
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  • Silver Star - 3,530 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (9/5/2014 6:21:00 AM)

    Most of the attributes u write in poetic style apply to the God i know. I enjoyd readin it.
    Pls do review my latest poem too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 2, 2015


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