poetry
on the frontier
The Priceless Gift
Written by Luiz De Souza July 9, 2020 I. The father thought about his family About what was right And about what was wrong Every morning and night And after midnight all night long. The thoughts were so tender Dreams about night and day About kindness once in...
In the End Poppies United Us
One day I painted poppies a field rich in hues my heart did soar on flights of fancy purple yellow green and blue. This painting hangs anchored wide deep and high prominent in our home little did I realize then the import pressing homage to hang ‘till I die....
Lanterns
Lanterns bend over the street Dividing the night where people meet Some in shadow Some in light Lanterns see everything in the night A wanderer has fallen asleep His bed is a grate where he will not weep Some never wake Some cannot wait For the light of the...
Where I’m From
I am from under a crab-apple tree, from tangy tart and pink-purple blossoms. I am from the basement, weaving spotted spiders and hidden candy bar wrappers. I am from safety, and fear kept swallowed and chewed, broken and bruised. I am from torment and gunfire,...
Always Been
Beneath the façade and bravado and opinions and gavel beyond the world traveler seeking to belong words spilling dreams spinning catchers under the stars moonbeams weaving stories behind collections of burnt castles sunlight casting shadows shards of lies and truths...
Humboldt
On a prairie patchwork blanket of earth Life was interrupted at the crossroads One life, and the many, fused together and apart In an instant and then forever. Ice had moved them there Pushing their dreams Until they glided down that highway Towards their...
Jacob’s Ladder
Brother Jacob tell me your dreams The one where you saw; he who redeems Us from this dust; we call the earth That same soil where your kindred give birth To many more dreamers like me and my pen Who point to the stone where he lay and just then Proclaim...
Calling Your Name
Your hard work is over And the payment is made Find me in the desert Where the highway is laid In the wild you’ll hear me Calling your name The mountains and valleys Will all be the same You bent and you broke Like a blade of grass But I promised forever...