Three Poems

The Eagles

The eagles can never know
The private of the volcanoes
When they seemingly fly carried
By the sliding winds
Over cupped peaks of mountains
With the fire of their anger inside
Smoldering in the carcass of history
The eagles doesn't understand why
The green still suckles the spring's teats
And why the scream can be an echo
And the echo can be a scream.
But the eagles can hear
The cubic rocks which roll for rolling out
Their song
And the brooklet ripples which fall
With murmuring sound
And the eagles can see
The winding forest path
Which is apparently suspended
Like hanging wall thoughts
On the slope fringe
In a rock bizarre climbing story.

Turquoise

The City

Love
Shifting through dark channels
And illuminated signs
Sounds
Shifting through
Cubic's power amplifiers
Human walking angles
Tactic direction changing rhythmically
Variances
Transfixed steps
Breaking the long loud silence
On human tongues
Hopes
Owing to the existence
Of silver enwrapped surrounding hot stars
And hot feelings
Unavoidably reflected upward
Appearing just as a lightning bolt
Or like a peculiarly fierce faithfulness
Gray clouds
Dropping their snow bracer
Ringing bells
Dropping their sad resonance
In death
For love.

Cobalt Violet

With white flowers of Hibiscus tiliaceus purau blooming in the morning, yet,
With colors varying during day until they fall from the tree at night,
Those colors changing to yellow, pink, fuchsia, purple and ultimately violet.
With blue, violet or brown mountains, depending on the light.

With endless lagoon having an incomparable luminosity and hues varying
From jade green to turquoise tinged with violet, subjugating our eyes,
With a very long string of islets, in the middle of the ocean lying
And reef shores with red anemones, violet sea urchins and giant shells.

At noonday, with the lagoon flames of cobalt, viridian and agate searing the sight.
With glare of white light along the sands muting to an amethystine glimmer,
And cobalt changing to murex, the viridian to green-purple at the night.
Keeping so vivid in the moonlight the hyacinthine hues of the peaks over the river.

With mauve coral reefs and rose, violet pearls, as the mystical realms
Tahiti comes itself in the pearly light of a sunrise dawn for purifying
With villages glowing against shadows of violet within the forest of palms,
Shuddering for the gladness of the wind, through the water singing.

Hibiscus syriacus flower, cobalt violet fischer and amethyst are verily violet
But an unique cobalt violet used Gauguin to paint Tahiti along with emerald green
He watched the pure color with his professional eye, at dawn with ultraviolet
And his paintings are not only renowned but more gorgeous that I have ever seen.

Three Poems

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