Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Lyric

Why I Tilled My Thoughts

I tilled my thoughts--

near a sparkly stream, where 
a rainbow bridge linking the past, 
the present, and the future 
 
of an exquisite aroma
of my morn sighs, ‘til it dawned upon a pink butterfly, 
like the great orb. Ahh, countless times I 
 
tilled my thoughts, while 
li’l robin chirping in the young evergreen, which 
out-shadowed grandpa’s oak tree, 
 
where crimson love was once 
etched on it. I did
the etching. And, the mystic spring sipped the blood
 
that oozed from her scented body, waking up 
the wild tares eagerly casting their sleek shadows 
to attract warblers, to play with them. Hmm, 
 
the thoughts, cultivated 
near a sparkly stream, like blooms
written in a poem--
 
can connect not only poets.

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Marycile Beer August 16, 2008 at 9:33 AM Ernesto, when I get in a mood where nothing seems to come to gether I get in Billy's pickup and go for a drive. I guess this is my stream and old oak, but it works. Now I have the mountains and clouds to view while I do my searching. I am really in the right place for me at this time in my life. I feel only a step from heaven as I gaze up on the Masters fantastic art work. God Bless, Cile. Love you work keep a going.

Michael Degenhardt July 3, 2008 at 6:07 AM Ernesto, you present this scene, the write, with great clarity so not only a poet can unerstand, but the lay person as well. Excellent flow and the visuals used to convey the sentiment are amazing! Michael

Marycile Beer July 2, 2008 at 7:43 PM Ernesto you have a very picturesque scene. I could hear the violin in the background as your thoughts gathered by the stream. Beautiful, God Bless, Cile