Four Poems|Lorraine Caputo

THE AFTERNOON RAINS HAVE COME AGAIN

 

Sometimes it showers

an hour before sunset

or perhaps between

midday & dusk

 

Sometimes the dawn breaks

with fog crawling

through valleys

& narrow streets

 

Sometimes the night

with a come-again rain

washing down the hills, down

the roofs, across the terrace

 

Sometimes a silent night

the full moon shining

through my bedroom window

upon my sleeping Self

 

 

 

 

RISE, ARISE

 

My eyes study the landscape of my

emotions, the deep gashes of

depression, the eroded

slopes of my dreams, I stretch

my neck, my wing-arms

and lift my self

into the

clearing

sky

 

 

 

 

 

THE BECKONING

 

Ashes of dreams drifted

in my awakened mind

In the distance some

where in the night fog, a church

clanged its bells, calling … calling …

 

 

 

SECRETS OF THE SELVA

I.
An orchid unfolds
its fleshy petals
slowly
over many days
& shortly
its beauty
begins to fade

II.
The rains do not come
when clouds rumble & flash,
grasping solar plexus,
tugging at the silver cord,
they do not come
when the wind blows
dust skyward

but only when a
silence, a stillness
settles within the forest

Photo by Gary Ellis on Unsplash

Bio

Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 250 journals on six continents; and 18 collections of poetry – including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Escape to the Sea (Origami Poems Project, 2021). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. In 2011, the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada honored her verse. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels at: www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.

 

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