Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Matador
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: October/2015
Bravely
he
poses
before
the
gates
of
sudden death -
Poised
to
face
his
most
formidable
foe -
He's
the Toreros,
fearless
with
bullfighting
etched
way down
in
his soul.
He's
Debonair;
In
a
Traje De Luces,
holding
Banderillas,
and
Montera.
A
Matador?....
Yes,
Agile
with
grace,
His skills
are
mystic
Inside
the
Bull Ring
where
thousands
roar!
to
watch him
wave
his
Capote De Paseo,
to
the face
of
a charging
beast -
And
with each
narrow escape,
the
Matador De Toros,
hear's
the crowd
roar!
for
his artistry......
He's
a
flamboyant
maestro -
King
of
the ring -
Dressed
to
kill,
preparing
to
thrust
banderillas
Into
a bull,
upon
the blood red
dirt,
in
black
Zapatillas
Copyright (c). 2016 Ken Jordan
Categories:
toreros, animal, art, courage, image,
Form: Verse
Don't trust those metaphors, my darling
They all lie
The wind is the air's alphabet
The earth knows the cosmic way by heart
Birds sing from hunger
Stars understand people
Better than people understand each other
Sometimes the rain flagellates itself
Like penitent monks
The cars' headlights are happier
Than the eyes of the drivers
The paths of the deserts lead to temples
The dead create dreams for us
That play like sci-fi movies in our sleep
A frog swallowed by a greedy stork
Croaks bravely: Long live the rights of all living beings!
A worm has reached the top of a grass blade
And calls out: Here's the helm of the world!
Black oil erupts in the Arctic
Mixing naturally with falling snow
Many of us are like the full moon
The blood of a rose has signed its name in the headlines
African lions offer communion
To young antelopes before eating them
And toreros in the corridas kill the bulls
In honor of their love betrayals
Time is born to be filled like honeycombs from hives
And you are born so I may be a poet
Don't trust the metaphors, my darling
The entire breed of human beings
Is a lying metaphor
Categories:
toreros, life, people, people, trust,
Form: Free verse