Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, West Covina, CA
LET’S GO TO THE BEACH
Let’s go to the beach,
and stay until the stars
come out. Don’t say no.
The waves are calling
you out. It’s not so far.
This is an invitation
no less. Feel the air.
Feel the wind, that ocean
breeze. It kisses your face.
It does not break it.
Let’s go to the beach
without any reservations.
Let’s go to the beach,
and stay until the stars
come out. Don’t say no.
The waves are calling
you out. It’s not so far.
This is an invitation
no less. Feel the air.
Feel the wind, that ocean
breeze. It kisses your face.
It does not break it.
Let’s go to the beach
without any reservations.
LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED
Let us make words with pomegranate seeds
on the ground we walk on. I will start with love with
red stains bleeding. Who’s up next? Come outside
and make the next word. Isn’t it great to make words
with fruit?
With one seed you can make a period. It can end
there.
there.
Can I tell you a secret?
Love is all you need on any given day.
Love is all you need on any given day.
HOW MUCH WINE
Soak up the wine
right now
like a good sponge
and float.
How much wine to
the sea?
Like a sponge you
must be.
It drowns so good
under
water, drink wine
and plunge.
Swim ashore and
nothing
and everything
for wine.
Float free in
liquid wine.
Soak up the wine
right now
like a good sponge
and float.
How much wine to
the sea?
Like a sponge you
must be.
It drowns so good
under
water, drink wine
and plunge.
Swim ashore and
nothing
and everything
for wine.
Float free in
liquid wine.
WHEN YOU SAY GOODBYE
How small I feel when you say goodbye.
I go back to childhood
and then I disappear
until all the steps I have taken
have been erased by your goodbye.
The door of opportunity is shut
and it will remain closed.
It leaves a scar in my heart.
It is goodbye that leaves me numb.
It leaves me lost
never to be found.
I take a dip into oblivion.
The light inside of me flickers out.
Goodbye turns me into nothing.
UNDER CRIMSON SKIES
Under crimson skies,
how disheveled
and unkempt
my hair has become.
Looks are overrated
when you do not
have a thing
to prove or strive for.
The beautiful stars
fall into the sea
with bright lights,
and I only
want to sleep
with eyes shut.
LIKE A STONE
Like a stone
I sit without thoughts,
a cold
hard stone
thoroughly round
as my spirit
hibernates.
Like a stone
I do not weep
even if
I am living
waiting on death.
Like a stone
I sit without thoughts,
a cold
hard stone
thoroughly round
as my spirit
hibernates.
Like a stone
I do not weep
even if
I am living
waiting on death.
BORN IN THE SKY
Born in the sky
up above the earth
persecuted by
beasts with evil hearts.
Hounded by winds,
hiding in the clouds,
like a racehorse
you ran to the moon.
You were one of
a kind, your heart took
on lightning bolts as
your hands blocked the blows.
You wanted love,
a drink of water.
You traveled the sky
with hope in your heart.
Above the town,
far from the thrown rocks,
you waited your turn
to land safely.
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Today’s LittleNip:
Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.
—Theodore Roosevelt
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—Medusa, with thanks to Luis Berriozábal for his fine poetry and visuals today!
Let’s go to the beach!
—Photo Courtesy of Public Domain
—Photo Courtesy of Public Domain
A reminder that the
“Explore Riparian Landscape Through
Art, Poetry and Native Plants” workshop
takes place in Georgetown this afternoon.
“Explore Riparian Landscape Through
Art, Poetry and Native Plants” workshop
takes place in Georgetown this afternoon.
And there will be a
Celebration of Life for
Juanishi V. Orosco from 2-4pm at the
Washington Neighborhood Center
in Sacramento.
For info about these and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
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Guidelines are at the top of this page
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
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work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
For info about these and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
