Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

sábado, 5 de marzo de 2016

Two Poems, with Figurative Language

Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to overview his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can inform you. Anyhow, he mentioned to me (responding far more on poem #728, "Derivative Echoes"): "Figurative language, which means words utilised to refer to anything that you never genuinely mean, is applied right here to make noises, as are metaphors often. Possibly the cause I employed figurative language imagery right here was to tie the tips and feelings my poem [s] expresses [ness] to the physical planet in which I want it to exist." He lost me someplace along the line, but it sounded great when I study the poems. Rosa Penaloza.

The Bear-men of Qolqepunku

(or: the magical ice of Peru)

(Foreshadow)

Higher up in the Andes of Peru

The Ukukus wander on

Glacier, frost and snow

Dressed in furry clocks and masks

They trek to discover the mountains ice

Of sacred healing powers

The Bear-men, they are known as:

In the old language of the Quechua;

Guardians of the ice

They reduce the ice in strong blocks

Carried on backs, down mountain paths,

To family members, buddies, and livestock

Ah! Sixteen-thousand feet Higher, comes

A pilgrimage Qoyllur Rit i' ...

Year, following year, following year.

The Bear-men--, silently watch

Their glacier, gradually disappear

As if in thin air!...

They've now determine to leave the ice

The magical ice of Peru, in place

As warming temperatures rise...

This is assisting the Ice Cap

Evaporate, in the 21st Century--

Maybe this is a whisper...

"Is this the planet's finish?"

#731 six/17/05

Derivative Echoes

I would show you adore in a handful of clouds--

Could I discover the clouds, and uncover the adore;

And is it enjoy one is seriously searching for?

Fallen angels had like from heaven,

And chose lust in place, on earth...!

In hell one loves lust and therefore, would be

Unhappy in Heaven I envision...;

Ah! Perhaps allusions is the strand we're

Searching for...? We're living for...

We live in the age of imagined howling

...with aches and pains in the thoughts

Worry of death--nymphs (nicely dressed)

Schoolmasters serving kids a blotted

Light; ideal pitch, additional concerns than

Answer; disrupting the harmonic balance!...

#728 six/2005

Poet Dennis Siluk
http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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