The vast white yet to be fully discovered,
was all we could see.
Hand in hand, in the remote wilderness,
and the untouched peaks amidst the icy mist,
stood beautifully.
She asked, "Why are we here baby?"
To which I replied, planting a kiss on her forehead, "to romance delicate in a fragile habitat."
The curves of her lips that drew me closer,
Her touch made me almost cold.
The way she smiled at me,
made me fall for her once more.
The wandering albatross and petrel encircling the water,
where the wildlife was unaffected by human interference,
and one could see diving, the enormous blue whales.
After witnessing the icy pancakes, I stared at the most beautiful sight for the second time.
The place served with minimum sunlight,
and more with cascades of ice.
I fantasized about our numerous kisses, bringing back the smile,
and brighter the weather got when we embraced each other on an isolated continent full of stars at night.
Her captivating beauty, and beautiful eyes,
we initiated our first kiss in the midriff of the southernmost continent.
Categories:
petrel, creation, crush, for her,
Form: Free verse
Demons of the sky.
The crow for one,
Pigeon, petrel, thrush
Included in the list.
Pesky, reviled, disliked
Demons of the sky.
Should they go extinct
Surely they’d be missed.
Superior skills
Perfected to survive.
Demons of the sky
Not to be dismissed.
Their pompous presence
Resilient to incursion.
Stubbornly they exist.
Demons of the sky.
Categories:
petrel, bird, flying, nature,
Form: Free verse
I walk with my sister and we are young
And her knees are less broken; they swallow
petrel calls and soon we are
equivalent. I call these my oceans. I
shriek with my sister, we wished the
evenings would take our wolf-like sounds
and make us un-speeched.
We are straight and know the meaning of
artificiality. It is this:
jingoism, pesticide,
beaches steeped in rich, naked men.
I promise to protect my sister from optimism,
and together we are impatiently
consumed by mosquito thirst. When we grow
pale, I offer her dirty laundry,
grass stains. In her mind, she is already
past alternatives, and has forgotten
those rhythms. Beneath the ocean, I am
subdued and I am drowning in inanity
And there is a chain wrapped around my sisters
foot; really it is a snake. I am
bellowing the chains, willing her to acquiesce,
but she whispers to the snake,
sweetly, and it slackens, and she is walking
into naked beaches.
Categories:
petrel, absence, beach, beauty, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
Living under the constant shadow of steel and glass skyscrapers,
longing for sunlight and fresh air to breathe...
makes this confined spirit want to break free,
to leave the big town and find total freedom somewhere else.
Getting into a yellow taxi, the winter's chill
makes me shiver, but not as much as a perched petrel
that decides to stay and make this gloomy neighborhood his livelihood;
and while I'm thinking of warm weather, somebody please knock on wood!
Categories:
petrel, adventure, urban,
Form: Rhyme