Eddie Roa Poems

The world of the silver screen is
In high definition and Dolby sound

All the drama, the horror
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Rain chatters annoyingly
An incessant harangue on metal sheets
Drums, grates, pesters my listlessness
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Off-white mist rising on the ridge
Hurrying into the emptiness between trees
Lost in a thick stroke of green curlicues
Then splattered by a sudden breeze
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Fear not the uncertain
For even he is not sure
Of what, of who, of when
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My mind ambled in strange arbors
How faintly my heart throbs

Here she comes across the trellised walk
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My nose is not with me
even as I felt for it
on my face, it is not there
yet I see the gore putrefying
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Blackbird,
Singing from high tension wires
Urging me to sing along
Follow the frittering flashes
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Up there, gliding on an ever widening circle of flight
The eagle hovers and scans the stretch of the land
Looking for some semblance of divine sense
But no, the carmine splotches on the desert floor
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A seed buried in fertile soil
Pushed out its stem towards the light
Growing a two leafed head
Bowed and fragile yet breaking loose
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Lovely month of May
Lasses’ hearts aflutter,
Lads gather in the plaza
Watching the flitting moves
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