Ears to Listen, Eyes to See

 

—Poetry by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal, West Covina, CA

—Original Photos by Luis Berriozabal and Caschwa

FIND THE DARKNESS

I find the darkness
when I head out
to work at five
in the morning.
The stars and moon
in the sky greet
my weary eyes.
The darkness is
soothing. I think
walking out to
a ray of sun-
shine might not be
as soothing to
me. I like to
start the day off
slow with a veil
across the sky.
I can wait a
little longer
for the sun. The
veil will come off
eventually
and these weary
eyes will focus
better at noon.

 

 

 

—Photo by Caschwa (Carl Schwartz), Sacramento, CA

 

WALKING ON A FRIDAY MORNING

Walking on a Friday
morning. Staring at
the full moon as a
blackbird photobombs
my curious snapshot.

Cars speeding off
to their scheduled
destinations. On an
off-day I have no place
to go and that is fine.

I might catch up on
sleep when I get back
home. The day is full
of possibilities. Perhaps
I will play with it by ear.

 

 

 

—Photo by Caschwa

 

WISH FOR NIGHT

Do you wish for night to come?
Do you wish for a giant shadow
to throw its arms around the sun?

The pain is unbearable in daylight
when your tears are more visible
as they roll from your eyes and

fall to the floor. The day is not
your friend as you conjure a cloud,
dark and full. You wish the blue
skies away so no one can see you

weep. The pain and despair breaks
you when you only want to bend.
You are far from happiness in this
world that barely knows your name.

 

 

 

—Photo by Caschwa

 

HOW SMALL

Step inside
my shoes and
feel how small
I feel. Try
to take one
step and feel
the world’s weight
on your toes.
It is best
to go on
your bare feet
on hot coals.
Feel my pain.
It is the
only thing
not so small.

 

 

 

—Photo by Caschwa

 

EARS TO LISTEN

Give me ears
to listen.
Give me ink
and paper.
Leave me to
myself now.
I will write
it all down.
When I am
done I may
share it with
you if you
like. I am
a poet
just like you.
You have ears
to listen.
You can write
it all down.
Ink is cheap,
paper too,
it is your
thoughts that have
real value.
Put them all
together
and create
from all the
beauty that
surrounds you.

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Today’s LittleNip:

TWO FEET
—Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

I walked around in my dream
with my hands disappearing.
My head and torso were gone
next. I walked still, until all
that was left were two feet.
They walked a long way. I
awoke to write about this.

______________________

Our thanks to Luis Berriozabal for his poetry and artwork today. Good to have you visiting the Kitchen, Luis!

 

 

 

And don't forget our Seed of the Week: Nonsense!

 

 ______________________

—Medusa

—Original Art by Luis Berriozabal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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