Moth Unbothered

he in this

a life somehow below

a garden nurtured too long alone

fails to revive this day

or any other insisting thing

see the uncertain breeze is still with the sky pale

collapsing

answerless

knowing now the course of things that may have been

he moves from this side

back again shifting then again

and how he wants to be

or more than anything

in this closest distance

on crowded blossoms

for this

with moth

unbothered

jppestana

The Moth Unbothered

13 September 2025

Calling Out

Walk by these clouds boundless in awe

They stare into one sun or another unbothered

Untethered mostly understood but

Call out now to this thinning stream of blue

How many days will it continue to be

And the sweet idea of it remains with me continuing

She true to her word follows me about relentlessly

And these sounds that river loudly and still about me

What will happen to them if the I fades to dust

Companions to the end wondrous and plain

In the midst of a thought struggling to find itself

I am both night and day

Sworn to the oath

The diabolical click

Of a deceiving

Eternity

JP Pestana

Calling Out

February 1, 2025

 

The Only Thing

from here this river thinly

mysteriously ever seeks

never returns refuses it's only sea

where water once rose crashing over huddled

dunes low clouds now torture remaining ruins

of light failing collapsing onto some unknown

piercing gulls glide into an impossible silence

rest in rows or maybe

sleep in the low moan ache

of moving reeds

tickle of the coldest sky

in this all longing becomes

the only thing becomes the

what of this

whatever

else

JP Pestana

The Only Thing

December 31, 2024 revised

 

Not Much More

it is the lightest this

the wanting mystery

the all of her unheard

then the sudden echoes of her whispers ring

stone to pebble

pebble to stone

sun to dust

this shimmering collision of

rhythmic universes startle

her nature quivers

my comings goings go unnoticed

the what of me replies from the other side of

somewhere or other

the wanting to see through her

her complications of racing streams

to quiet sea leaves me sightless dull

mine just a life of dusty tidbits

crumbled notes

lost days

some this and that

no matter

not much more

JPPestana

Not Much More

9 September 2024

 

Birds Chirping In Distance

still green water stirs mesmerizes

in the why

a sun makes its escape

over burnt fields

provokes me

why sun

relentless sun

again again

wind spills failing light

teasing at these ecstatic trees

what sky what day delivers this confusion

lifts at its brightened skin

crashes into a tangle of what ifs

could have beens

risking nothing she sees

through this curiosity

of what was once me

sees this hidden this

a lyric with birds

murmuring in

a distant

place

JPPestana

Birds Chirping In Distance

August 20, 2024

 

Crossing Thoughts

through the sun

just under this bright hill

a crow on dark wire

wings gleaming spreading un-

evenly

below

its body

shakes away

last

night's

rain

just one moment

in the brief wonder of this

freshly

shaping

breeze

8.7.2024

Crossing Thoughts

JPPestana

 Sigh

this bareness
when time is pushed aside
when you cry out light rises
high over these broken trees
over these thin longing fields
in this distance day begins with a soft nod
an immeasurable night buried 
in the sweet lyric of 
a deepening
sigh

Sigh
jppestana
5.23.2024