OJAS DE MIEL/HONEY EYES

CV Will with Adolpho Vasquez

 

OJAS DE MIEL

La luz en la sombra
de mis noche
Su ojas fuego ambar
Recuerdo quemado
con su luz in mi memoria
Aun en noches sin luna.

 

HONEY EYES

Light in my night’s shadow
your eyes burn amber
in memory
even on moonless nights.

 

 

C. V. Will is transplanted native of the Midwest who returned to creative writing pursuits after years of writing formal reports.  Will’s poetry has appeared on-line in Today’s Alternative News, The Muse Apprentice and …. and has been published in a number of anthologies.  Will was a founding member of several writers organizations in the San Diego area and enjoys an active association with the Maui Live Poets Society.  CV practices writing and tai chi when and where able.  Recent poems were written in the International Terminal at LAX circa 3 AM.  A favorite poem was written in a bar in Ensenada, MX with one of the waiters who assisted in writing the Spanish translation of the poem as CV and a friend drank far too many margaritas.

 

ABSURDITIES IN THE HOUSE OF THE DYING

CV Will

 

 I
Good intentions abound
in the house of the dying
at times they could kill

II
The living are too involved
in life to understand dying
until it is too late

III
Visitor talk to each other
never saying a word
to the people living in the house

IV
How is your husband?
He is dying.
But how is he?

 

 

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New Moon

CV Will

 

Tonight is a black well we toss our coins in
with wishes for quiet passage
our hearts beat back terrible fear

We remember days in the sun, garden plans,
our jacaranda journeys for your sketches
the long drives in spring, the seeds planted

The stars shine bright without the moon
we still follow the mysteries we live
clocks tick away and echo through the dark

The wind ruffles by outside, it cannot move
the stars or the absent moon, but it moves us
unseen toward some unknown place where
we must go–a place where no shadows are made

We are so tired in our different ways
but are so very much the same in our needs
to release to sleep–to dream deep into the well of this night.

 

 

C. V. Will is transplanted native of the Midwest who returned to creative writing pursuits after years of writing formal reports.  Will’s poetry has appeared on-line in Today’s Alternative News, The Muse Apprentice and has been published in a number of anthologies.  Will was a founding member of several writers organizations in the San Diego area and enjoys an active association with the Maui Live Poets Society.  CV practices writing and tai chi when and where able. 

THE DREAM

C V Will

 

I wake
this dream
I dreamed before

I am an angry
child who
leaves the house
of childhood
to walk or to run
around in the night

But in the dream
it is daylight
and my father
is on a ladder
reaching for the head
of a black snake

I try to warn him
it is a cobra
He ignores me
or does not hear
the warning

This is the third
time I’ve dreamed
the dream I think

In life my father
is dying
so I know
this dream is about
transformation

I see my father
struggling with the black
snake, his balance
on the ladder precarious
between heaven and earth

He does not hear me
and cannot see me wake
He is in the dream of dying

I am awake in night rain
thousands of miles
and years from home
where I understand
the dream

I taste the change
in the wind, I
hear the cadence
of rain on the roof

I am still
angry at
old abandoning
he left me alone
near the iris beds
in the side yard

Awake I write in the dark
and know change
is coming and I am
too old to run away now

I don’t think I was the one
who ran away from home

 

 

C. V. Will is transplanted native of the Midwest who returned to creative writing pursuits after years of writing formal reports.  Will’s poetry has appeared on-line in Today’s Alternative News, The Muse Apprentice and …. has been published in a number of anthologies.  Will was a founding member of several writers organizations in the San Diego area and enjoys an active association with the Maui Live Poets Society.  CV practices writing and tai chi when and where able.  Recent poems were written in the International Terminal at LAX circa 3 AM.  A favorite poem was written in a bar in Ensenada, MX with one of the waiters who assisted in writing the Spanish translation of the poem as CV and a friend drank far too many margaritas.