Caravels Poems - Poems about Caravels

Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant

...Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant,
In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent.
Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead,
Many...

Rehashing History: Christopher Columbus, a Man With a Plan

...Columbus was not the slightest bit offended
At King Ferdinand's dismissive sound
When he declared the world was round,
His was not a plan that very many comprehended.
Though the queen, Isabella, ...

Tree Talk

...When soft zephyrs are stirring arbor leaves
Words may be overheard whispered from trees.
Leaned against a trunk, my ears on alert,
This ranger heard soft words from a filbert.

A long-limbed wat...

A Mariners Tale

...On third voyage five centuries ago
   sailed the Spanish Main a Queen’s fleet south-west,
 and the age of discovery’s great glow
   shone upon caravels in ocean quest.
 Into island passage be...

Words of Sea

...The words of sea
           although adventurous,
           rapturous, salty ...
           They are also aware how to be sweet
            and homemade ...
           They are fon of waves,
 ...

Caravels of Thought

...Into a frail boyhood,
The moment seizes us
More than we grasp
Its shady edges.
Little by little,
We undress the bruised knees
And the warm wounds
To the grown-up day
That winks at the kites.
...

Green Spanish Eyes - Part 1

...Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then,
                 as we kissed when she parted, my friend.
Through those ruins...

I Hear Guitars A' Calling

...I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling
when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing
as day departs, a yawning ash, beneath a dusky haze
igniting one by one the j...

Epiphany

...The homes are opening up in the mist
like grief of figures
with eyes, opened up to the sea tract.
The walls are crumbling, to this evening 
groaning with strength.
Who is shouting there?
Who is...

Columbus, You Again

...Columbus, you again
Your rotten caravels still unforgotten
Silhouette of flitting bats 
And old wives tale of true honor
For at each wheel
The old African seamen
Rana Raraku
And their big nose...

An Ethnographer's Note

...When I write this moon on my eyes
Who will read?
In what language will you discover
Your surprise
At the boundary of words
Babel high between you and I?

My moon is my only representation
Of ...

A Shift of Perspectives

...I do not write of trees today
Rain forests doomed from the first time
The caravels slant across the bay
I do not hear bird songs
Silking sunset or dawn
Today I am warrior
I am on the streets of...

The Island

...My island slept for years in the care
Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak
Their canoes on the sea breast bare
Dreaming of milk from manioc
The swamps unscarred, trees secure
Batos and songs rinsed in t...

More Magnificent Monuments

...When we pleasantly stroll down
the streets or boulevards
of any historical city or town,
we  stops pensively and reflect deeply
by the magnificent monuments erected for the great;
and reading th...

A Tribute To the Greatest Navigator

...One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land  filled with riches;
rejected by Th...

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