Painters’ Exhalations 90
—after Ella Guru’s Congregation
Staring into a body felt
by the unseen eyes. The listening
discerning pebbles placed atop lake
tongues, swallowed, —this is a talent
multitude hiding often in wrinkled fabric
the mind cannot mend until
light threads altered connotations. They a smiling
to the jazz inheritance full-swing method
riding the trumpet solo
away into imagination’s various homes
forming bodies with fingers
snapping echoes available for lengthy
musical interpretation. Wine glasses sipped dead.
Absence here means nothing
as in a crowd of anger, the sole smiling
forced to cower
within corners of malevolent confinement.
Painters’ Exhalations 92
—after Susan Constanse’s In the Aftermath
In the aftermath
absence curls its shadowless
monuments around the pupils
too aware of conscious perception.
criminal profiles with messenger
witnesses too afraid to sit
or compose facial feature
Bodies reside here
only by name tiptoeing memory
the weakened room
for the dead to reborn selves
after dust dissipates
to conception ensuing saddened death,
mother pounding questions.
Felino Soriano is a case manager working with developmentally and physically disabled adults in California. He is the editor of the online journal, Counterexample Poetics, which focuses on International interpretations of experimental poetry, art, and photography.
This poem is so far more meaningful than the painting. I am so flattered. Here is a link to the painting --
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