Los Poemas
Xánath Caraza
Como parte del
Rio Grande Valley International Poetry Festival 2022, conduje un taller de
poesía el sábado 30 de abril. El taller
se hizo de manera híbrida con audiencia presencial y en línea. Se unieron al
llamado de poesía participantes de Connecticut, Los Ángeles, Nuevo México,
Texas, Kansas City y Canadá. Hoy,
queridos lectores de La Bloga, le comparto algunos de los poemas que me
hicieron llegar como resultado de este encuentro poético que ha organizado Edward Vidaurre. Ojalá y los disfruten
tanto como yo. Que la poesía nos salve.
What
is Happiness?
by Max Rodríguez and Yarina Ascencio
Happiness is awakefulness.
Happiness is
allowing love in; allowing love out
loving so
deeply, I fear its loss
the ocean on
the shore, the bird in flight
the sun
through a cloud, the sound of rain
children
laughing
the sound of
my wife's satisfaction
my son's skin
touching mine
the joy of
“yes”; the acceptance of “no”.
Happiness is
one breath, my family in sleep.
Youthful Oblivion
by Roméo Desmarais III
The little girl layed out
her outfit for the day.
She dressed
silently,
independently,
gently
singing to
herself.
Her mother had
been
rushing, as
busy mothers do.
How would they
afford
the groceries,
and those
bills, long
overdue?
Her mother had
been
worrying, as
mothers
too often do,
till
the tug at her
sleeve
jolted her
back to a
despairingly
sad
realization:
she had
forgotten her
daughter’s
birthday!
She quickly
wiped her tears,
picked up her
darling, and
hugged her
hard and
deep into her
lap.
Then, while
stroking her head,
she
said: “I shall
gift you, my
love, with
exactly how
I
see you:
with
hopeful
innocence,
unfiltered
joy, and a
shining halo
of
pure, woven
love!”
And so, for
the rest of
that birthday,
at least,
the little
girl carried
light and
oblivion on
a single braid
of hair.
The Single Braid of Hair
By Juliana Aragon Fatula
She opened her eyes to the bright light that illuminated the stage and blinded her and squinted from the pain. Her hair captured the light like the sun at daybreak, like the moon glowed at night. She listened to the applause from the audience. She bowed. She smiled. The curtain fell near her feet, and she stepped to the darkness and screamed silently in her head. The performance brought forth a magic she didn’t know she possessed. She listened for the sound of her heart in her chest, but only heard the cheers from the other side of the curtain. She forced herself to smile, but deep inside her she felt shame. She walked backstage and cried.
What is happiness? ¿Qué es la Felicidad?
by Juliana Aragon Fatula
Jammin’
Happiness
walked in the door and began dancing. Happiness was skanking and shaking her
hips, swaying to the beat, and her dreadlocks were flying smacking everyone
near her. She heard the music in rhythm to her heartbeat. She felt light, full
of love and peace. She danced her blues away as the music transported her to
the islands. She smelled the clean and fresh tropical breeze. She felt the mist
of the ocean on her skin, and it made her body vibrate. She heard the monkeys
and birds in the trees. The rain fell on her face, and she opened her mouth and
swallowed the jungle juice. She danced fast and slow. She moved without
thinking and forgot about her heartache. Her body felt electric and alive. She
stomped her feet and raised her hands in the air and took a breath inhale,
exhale. She closed her eyes and opened them only when the music stopped.
Everyone stared at her with their mouths open. She had been singing at the top
of her lungs, “I wanna jammit wit you. We jammin. We jammin. I wanna jammit wit
you.
La dicha al borde de degustar
by Stephen Holland-Wempe
Soñar es la felicidad.
Explorar lo que
pueda ser un futuro de tantos.
Voyage
through and being with crisp leaves sprouting on spring trees and pristine flowers
blooming gold, purple, and burgundy.
Whiff
of hot-out-of-the-oven almond blueberry muffins tenderly kneaded with love.
La dicha
pronunciada desde los ojos límpidos y al borde de los labios con su sentir
hacia la profundidad de mi ser.
Al yacer este sentir
en degustar me lleva luz hacia las entrañas.
One
mouthful, one blueberry, one strand of hair at a time, savored as droplets of
energy, as droplets of enchantment.
