Emanuel E. Garcia - Poetry and SPOKEN WORD

Poetry and spoken word by writer Emanuel E. Garcia

PARENTS MOURN A SOLDIER

April in Paris

Or autumn in Schenectady,

For falling stars and moonlight

It’s the same old smooth routine

 

No matter how we kneel

Or even if we topple in,

No matter how we rue

Our squandering

A death is just a death,

No bridge

And this, the rag they left us with,

As common as a tablecloth –

 

Though more reliable when hoisted high

For cloaking sin

 

Emanuel E. Garcia

August 2014

WHISPERS

 

Upon the threshing floor,

Blinding walls chill inquiry,

Hoarse dusty voices bark

A song far off

 

But for my amulets

I am bare

 

Why should I listen,

Why should I believe

The tapestries and stratagems,

The sieges laid against a tyrant night,

Impostitures,

Eternal voyages for redemptive fruit

 

The dance begins to claim my better self

 

I welcome you

To lay your armor at the door

 

I want only whispers

 

Emanuel E Garcia

July 2014

FIELD DAY

 

I opened up my fields

Not just to other farmers

But to ordinary folk

That they might see

How certain crops are sown and grow,

How trees take root and

Grasses multiply,

How weeds and insects also thrive

 

No matter how I’ve planned and tilled

The things that flourish – and

The things that go to seed –

Are always unimaginable

To me

 

And more for you

 

Emanuel E. Garcia

July 2014

ICARUS EXCUSES HIMSELF

 

I knew my father was an

Artificer

And that his Labyrinth was

More than just a dancing-ground:

It was a maze

With no way out

Unless you had the wiles

To find an open door

 

So when he gave his word

That clear forever endless day among the clouds

Can I be blamed for taking it

Not literally, but with a

Grain of salt?

 

Emanuel E. Garcia

July 2014

BAS RELIEF

They’re not far off, really,

The hills

 

From my window

As I fret and loiter

I always seem to see the two of us

Moving along the underbrush

 

And from my bed through the

Upper half of the pane

The ridge is visible

Even at night

Against the thin rim of sky,

Especially at night,

Dark on dark

 

It would be so much easier

To turn ourselves in,

You with your blinkers,

Me with my disguise

 

But for the bas relief

We here,

We momentary make

 

Emanuel E. Garcia

June 2014

THE ACCURACY OF AVOCADO PITS

It’s funny where ideas come from

 

For instance, it was only after

The pit popped out of the avocado

And rolled along the countertop

And I stopped it just as it was about

To go over the edge

That I thought I should hold onto it

 

I like avocados, in season,

Thanks to my mother the health nut,

So I licked off the fruit,

Washed the pit, washed my hands

And started a collection

 

They were just the right size,

A lot less cumbersome than a baseball

 

I had about three dozen stacked up

In a tall jar which I kept hidden in my room

 

When things got a little rough at school

I used to lie in wait with my cache

Behind a hedge

 

They didn’t have the density of stones

So they couldn’t do much damage

 

But they were accurate

 

Emanuel E. Garcia

June 2014

Seal in Eastbourne by Emanuel E. Garcia

Seal in Eastbourne by Emanuel E. Garcia

SUGGESTIONS TO A READER OF POETRY

Relax (alright, do your best),

Shuffle off the crust of the day,

Move into a quiet space –

If possible, just the right temperature

For your preference –

With interest, expectation, curiosity,

But not too much

 

As you take a poem in hand

Remember – especially if you write poetry yourself –

You’re not the only one to have a good idea or

Coin a pretty turn of phrase,

Or more

 

Give the voices of the poem

A break:

After all, they’re only human,

They can be indecisive and unclear,

Like you, and they mostly can’t be counted on

To say exactly what they think they mean

 

And about meaning: that’s up to you

No matter what the poet says,

In prose no doubt,

About his poem, or hers

 

I saw a seal today

Lying on the rocks:

Its eyes were closed,

The waters of the harbor rippled up and down,

The seagulls squawked, kids squealed,

At a distance

 

The animal, so sleek, was breathing quietly

 

I knew it felt

The waters and the gulls,

The tremors of the air and earth

 

It was a long way from its haunts,

 

Alone,

So I concluded it had swum here

On a whim

 

Languid and alert it let

The music of its respite sound

Before the plunge and journey home,

Or maybe to some other destination

 

Aware of danger, nourishment,

And joy

 

Emanuel E. Garcia

June 2014

The worst want everything and then some

But the best of us desire
Only just a little more
Than we deserve

A DISQUISITION ON THE COMPLEXITIES OF POWER

Emanuel E. Garcia

June 2014

EVIDENCE

Beyond is always out of sight

Somewhere

Behind, within, beneath, above,

And always far away

 

I’m sure it’s there

 

But only if I focus

Long and hard at

What’s before my eyes –

Like you, at arm’s length,

Right in front of me

 

June 2014