Archive for analogy

19A

Posted in contemporary poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 1, 2013 by Pablo Saborio

Avant-garde-poetry

A saint is a stain on white monotony
aloud he thinks: I
am a strange dot among the government of lines;
a mystic is a calm slip into abyss
all joking aside he says:
above the city leaps into tower;
a shaman is a subject under the tyranny of wholeness
aware of segments he asserts:
a fraction is mind lost in the order of totality;
alone in the world every man wonders:
afraid like a leaf in autumn my life
amidst the rain;
a poet is an absolute ark of air
abstruse and above all
a little puddle of reflection
at the end he writes:

a full world and its aura
asleep inside a shoebox
an allegory for barefoot monks.

 

Contemporary Poetry

A noun is a thing that serves as a vehicle for the quality of its adjective

Posted in contemporary poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2013 by Pablo Saborio

2013_poem

In the sky
whiteness
travels like a passenger
inside the cloud
I have seen it journey
across the blue
until it reaches the golden
arc of horizon
where it suffers
through a whim of fate
a mutation
from pure whiteness
to the brightness
of the gold;
but abruptly
as a bullet
entering a vein of blood
the vehicle cloud
turns red
in the throb or throe of twilight
and whiteness dies like a sigh
in the expanding gloom
of purple tinge.

 

 

Contemporary Poetry

simple analogy

Posted in contemporary poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 14, 2013 by Pablo Saborio

Rorschach blot

Life is quite explicit.
Like a fly that lands
unexpectedly
on a piece of paper.

Thought is quite intricate.
Like the Rorschach blot
a fly produces when smacked
on a piece of paper.

21st century Poetry

Natural Law

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 11, 2009 by Pablo Saborio

Suddenly, dawn
succinctly brightening
      the paradox of your eyes
my finger measuring
      the metaphor of your lips
my breath all over
      the aphorism of your neck
slow, as years
my hand goes further down
to caress timidly
      the analogy of your breasts
carefully, I excite your heartbeat
as the mischievous palm enters
      the axiom of your venter
inevitably, I draw a line south
to reach tenderly
      the plethora of your vagina
but I do not stop there
for my next desire is
      the doctrine of your legs
and further yet
between sunrise and noon
I reverently kiss
      the premise of your feet.

Contemporary Poetry

(dedicated to M. R.)
 

 

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