CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul
All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear
Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn
Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late
:: 01-22-2014 ::
I TASTED a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human depravity
to hear Beethoven –
Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125
I tasted a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human ignorance
to understand Einstein –
E-MC2 is not small fare of ingenuity
I tasted a feeling of profound shame
more than once within a span of life
to read of tyranny –
Hitler, Mussolini, Mao, and Pol Pot
Wonderment is a bitter-sweet taste
it holds no-bar the color of bearer
wept we should and must we be in awe
humanity so beautiful yet so horrific!
::01/07/2014::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 