Short Joaquin Poems

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Premium Member Clerihew Sorolla

Valencia's Joaquin Sorolla
took the art world by the collar
So prolific was his themes
in impressionistic genre scenes
Form: Clerihew


Quote of Author

J-ust
O-btain
A-uthor's
Q-uote
U-sing
I-ndividual
N-ame

Topic: Birthday of Joaquin (November 03) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Vignette-Aranjuez

Blind from the age of three
In his heart,music, set free-
A concierto exemplar,
Fashioned for a guitar..to make it sing
Memoria..... to a still-born offspring.

Tribute to Joaquin Rodrigo 1901-1999  Concieto de Aranjuez
Form: Narrative

Premium Member San Joaquin Summer



            



              Hot, sweaty, summer
              Fans, sun-hats, flip-flops, ice-tea
              Sunset, come quickly

    

                   September 3, 2020
                       6pm PST


Form: Senryu

Frankie Torrelavega

Frankie
Human, Virago, Poet, Dreamer
Mothers Raisha Therese and Joaquin Andres
Lover of butterflies, opals and tulips
Who feels loneliness, strength and hope
Who fears failure, heights and drowning
Who would like to see Europe, heaven and recognition
Resident of Manila, Philippines
Torrelavega
Form: Bio


Cowgirls and Indians

I was once your cowgirl and you were my Indian

This was in the San Joaquin valley of California that you planted your seed in me

Boy did we have a pow wow

It was a delicious experience and made me think of the 
arrival of the Mayflower so long ago

Yes, I was your cowgirl at the ripe age of forty
And, you looked like such a beautiful Native American Indian

Together we played cowgirls and Indians
He's nine years beautiful

Premium Member Silver

Listen to poem:
Joaquin: paint-besotted at sixteen.

The color silver was your favorite --
it had the craved-for, biting glint
of a dagger dizzying your brain,
twisting as it mixed and chopped
your few surviving thoughts,
which floated, glittering,
in an icy silver mist.

Your classic, sculpted nose,
bearing a single dot of silver
smaller than a dime, expelled
the smell you struggled to breathe in.

And your eyes drowned in a sea of silver.

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