Thursday, April 20, 2017

Poet Adolfo Caso Presents "White Cliffs" During National Poetry Month!


White Cliffs


The speaker's voice
a solo
above the crowd's whispering--
nonsense
a different levels
both, or all
telling
what has and needs be done,
while below
at the edge of the cliff
the water keeps on rolling in,
forming waves
                               older
than human consciusness.


The speaker's voice
a solo
above the whispers

The sea gulls fly by the window
dipping through the air
scanning waves
that bear the fruit;
and I wonder
whether it be better
to be a man
                              capable
of seeking food
and still be starved
or
the sea gull scanning the waves
and catch its fish.







Shared by Adolph (Adolfo) Caso

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