Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Adolfo Caso's Latest Poem

A hot, muggy day...just the day for a good read...I finished Just a Short Walk on the Beach, by Neal Tyner which obviously had me thinking vacation, vacation...and beautiful water!  I've finished my review and if you're heading for the car right now, stop at the Bookstore...or we'll be posting my review help convince you!

And speaking of vacation, Adolfo Caso, sent me his latest as he's catching up with things while taking his vacation!  What do you think?

The Poem

Undulating to the light breeze,

Resting on the hammock

Between two ancient oaks

At the edge

Of the shimmering waters

Of Big Island Pond.

My eyes flickering

As though the twilight

Were emerging in full

And my consciousness

Giving in to the oncoming sleep.

On each opening of the eyelids

Verdant waters reflecting pines

Along the deep edge of the forest

And liquid red and yellow

Painting canvasses

With the brush of a master.

In building my poem,

How to infuse the words

With the rippling colors?

How to choose words

To carry my conscience?

Closed, my eyelids screen

Morphing images without origin,

Beyond fantasy,

And, to end in disappearing details

Without destiny—

Frightfully mesmerizing

As to break my

Virgilian séance:

If I were a master of the brush

I could create a new earth

All the while knowing

The world is always the same

And never changing.

Full clouds reflecting

On a patch of sparkling water,

Eliminating their distance

While tiny ripples of bubblets

Spring upwards from within the earth

Breaking the surface of the water,

Without noise.

Water being the conduit to new forms,

Will it be the egg for a new speckled trout?

Or, the genesis of a pup?

Errant thoughts

Without dimension or perspective

Confusing the mind

Until the sleep turns off the screen

And I am dead

To a world in paradise!

First a rustling,

Then a tug at the hammock,

My eyes open onto little Elizabeth

Full of red hair.

My arm extended

She climbs aboard,

Without a word:

Stretching her legs along my side,

One hand on my bountiful belly,

Her head snug into my chest,

Both sharing paradise.

Suddenly, all confusions cleared:

Elizabeth is the poem! (U)

I'll never know how such beautiful words can evolve into a perfect little story...yet that is what happens, doesn't it!  If you enjoy poetry, you MUST check out Adolfo's new CD now available at Amazon!  If you need to check out my review first, here's the link and we'll be updating our site to highlight its availability soon!

Take enough books on your vacation and Happy Reading!


On of my email friends sent the following...I liked it enough to share with you!

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.  Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups:  porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite, telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.  While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee, in most cases it is just more expensive, and in some cases even hides what we drink.  What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and then began eyeing each others cups.
Now consider this:  Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money, and position in society are the cups.  They are just tools to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.  Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us. 

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