Two Sonnets to Cumaná. TBT
Hello, poetry lovers.
Because I am in a TBT mood, I want to share two sonnets I composed some time ago as a humble homage to y hometown. They speak for themselves.
The second sonnet is really special for me as it was my entry to Day 99 in the 100 Days of Poetry Challenge hosted by the amazing musician and poet @d-pend. This challenge became one of the most gratifying experiences in my Steemit-life.
Picture of my own, taken at "La boca del río" in 2007
Cumaná Holds On
White elephants walk in the sands long lost.
Hollow the salty beach and rivers sweet,
as efforts lost reveal their truly cost.
The fishermen and peasants miss the wheat.
Hope starves the poor and fattens statesmen’s pigs;
meagre, the pelican withers along
with sacred fish of joy and windy swigs
of flutes that play our Cumaná sad song.
The bitter psalms which praise absent messiahs,
which hide in waves of laughs, in seamen drunk,
should not turn us into shoeless pariahs—
though many mouths do feed amidst the junk?
The birds once plenty ate and met skies high
now seem to meet the foul hour to die.
Picture of my own - "Avenida Universidad" (2018)
Cumaná
The marshland opens to the coast that glistens,
the golden gulf, luxury of my emotion,
the salty sheets of brine are finest linens;
its fibers, spun directly from the ocean.
Quixotic birds bathe in exotic mirrors
where stately clouds reflect their steamed visages.
Soft sunny airs stream down… (the picture flickers),
as eyes of wonder doubt these dreamed mirages.
June's showers spray confusing dews of summer
(the heron princess's eternal season),
while on the human side diseases cumber,
red flagged philosophy of an old treason.
My city houses this, the bluest crew,
yet in my heart there’s hope to see us through.
Thanks for reading sonnets.
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