Long Treeless Poems

Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.

He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
They flourished.
They perished.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of the unfit
without the mercy of design.
Quadrillions of cadavers
paving a road...

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I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy;
And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry.

It had for long been my hobby, and I had a powerful...

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I was a renowned, NASA scientist, with my face always turned to blue stars,
As eyes are ever drawn to a flaming sunset, as to colorful, outdoor bazaars.

And stargazing brought big excitement, and chills during many...

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Society is rife with statements of misinformation, fallacy and contradiction
To say otherwise would be to argue that our settlement was a pleasant eviction
If you are to believe what is in the following first lines
Then perhaps...

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The Inuit call the Narwhal the one that points to the sky,
            Because of their unique way of aiming their tusk upward;
The scientific name...

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I glanced in the side view mirror of the U-Haul truck.  One mile forward, one more, and then another.  With each mile forward everything familiar slipped further and further away.  The lush,...

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"The Wind-Up Man, The Patch-Work Girl and The Remaining Time"



What do you do when your heart breaks into a million pieces?
You turn into metal, what’s left of your heart freezes.


What do you do when your...

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An Arctic fox casts a shadowed glance
Sideways on the frozen glassy lake, slipping 
Pigeon like, gingerly, through fractured light
Images of a swollen moon swallows up the night

Wanderlust for blood will keep him tracking
Hunger pain is...

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Irene went for her usual morning walk around six;
the August breeze was dry and fragrantly crisp,
one could tell she was injured as her aching hips
made her miss a step as she bit on her weathered...

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Let me tell you of a man in a roundabout way
As you casually straighten your tie
The first I heard of Wales 
Was in a public school in England
Knotty Ash to be precise
The school was at...

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 Our mind is capable of passing beyond 
the dividing line we have drawn for it.
 Beyond the pairs of opposites, of which
  the world consists - other, new insights
 begin."  --Herman Hesse,...

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Awake beneath a blazing, pulsing sun
as ocean waves continue slapping shore
against my naked, bloody, tired feet.
Need to widen search for cleaner water 
quenching thirst tomorrow thru tomorrow.
Alone I craft robust and treeless hut
yet lacking binding...

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"Tsundoku Tower"


Bluebird windowsill
peers in, strange terrain
“Rain Rain Go Away”,
mysterious singing 
eerie refrain.
Ghost Girl sitting still
tears falling 
she is haunting 
Tsundoku Tower 
laying vacant 
on Treeless Hill.

Looks up 
her glow attracts 
all the Tiger Moths, 
are...

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It’s just another story in the wind
Of the naked trees with their 
Hollow dreams…
Like the creak of the wooden door…
Like the smell of fuming lumber.
It’s this song that blows 
In the breeze
With the ashes of...

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To aerate, babble and procrastinate
decluttering man cave rubbish
welcoming this temperate
(Billy me) idle March thirtieth
tooth house sand nineteen

eventually to accomplish
sorting thru lifetime
worth miscellaneous
papered material former
rainforest, I banish

to the shredder repurposing
once upon a time
stately majestic humongous
dignified cub...

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Kneeling on a weathered rock
    Near top of treeless hill.
 Where silent wings of hunting hawk
    Ride the winds of higher still.

 Distanced stands the tree line.
  ...

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Many believed that medieval castle
built on that rocky and treeless 
hill had an inestimable treasure
that a royal family hid for decades
into its secret chambers so dark:
to whom did the blessed sword
belong? A prince, a king,...

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INDIAN    HEAD,    SASKATCHEWAN

Used to live in Indian Head   -  never heard of  it  ?
An island of trees on the treeless prairie railway;
Unchanging oasis in...

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Ode to Spain, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Oda a Espana

					(before the Civil War)

(Alejandro Duque Amusco draws attention - in his selection of Carlos Bousono’s poems – to 
the fact that José Luis Cano...

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CHI - RHO    IN  THE  BOOK OF KELLS 


A millennium and more since it left the Scottish shore,
Chi -Rho  Christ’s name 
Swirling  in an anaesthetising trance induces
The soul-memory...

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The Poet always weaves his thoughts
with a fine needle and thread
each word carefully placed
intricately woven, carefully chosen
like the finest piece of Normandy lace.

His words... just as the winds, wind themselves through
treeless forests of mind, seeking...

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Deprived of life, treeless Earth weep There is no longer Earth. 
Rivers, forests, and dying nature; how are we going to save Earth.
And Sudsy waters are too heavily salty to drink by any birth.
Is hapless...

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A Portuguese princess there on the stairs
Knee high and smiling of wish filled cares
A grin of a sprite and a handful of pickings
A thought to feelings and a feel to thinkings
Till pointed announcement, "For you...

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I see beyond the mountains
The flat lands of my youth,
When  women were heroic
And men were men in truth.

The land lay there unbroken
Until strong men like my dad
Determined to subdue it.
It could drive a woman...

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