In the Sound of Rain

in the sound of rain

he prays for more

rain

the deepening indigo

of an indecisive sky

needles about in thin branches

thinner trees

all about him

the ancient ruins of days

decades of dulled un-
remembered conversations

flood the shallow remains

albums of his 
ruins

lazily he wonders about the birds

hidden away in embracing leaves

huddled trees he cannot see

far from the torment

far from the clashing sky

torrential sound

of the now

pounding

rain

jpestana

In the Sound of Rain

3.10.2018

Bluebird

on the mesa
clouds gently shake
awaken me
sift snow
bits of
cloud

from nowhere
the bluebird racing
lands before me
regal
on
a
gray
cedar
post 

for the first time
the volcanic land appears pink
a glowing fresh born skin
before me before
the cloaking
snow the
why

the bluebird begins sings his story
of bringing the sun blushing radiant color
to an indistinct land

of bringing snows
from bursting clouds
melting on blue wings mixing
with blue tears
echoes of all songbirds
forgotten music
of all things
blue 

Bluebird
jppestana
2.22.18

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A Sky No More

through the gray

the fields glisten black

deep in slow moving crow

the coyote black in gray rain

lope the road fading gray gone

in these winter fields worn lost in

gypsum mist

the coyote are no more

the crow no more

the gray bleeds through me

through the rain

through a sky

no more

JPPestana

A Sky No More

2/15/18

Blossoms

say camellia to me

say bougainvillea

say the fragrance of

this cool night

is not a dream

of dreams

a piece of

uncharted  

paradise

untouched by my

blossoming

imagination

jppestana

2.3.2018

World of Art

she draws from him
what she can
tiny lines tiny 
sighs
a shy glance
a word here
and there
sometimes his canvas
speaks to her
mesmerizes her
in the room
of dusty light
particles of art
fall from the walls
brush of her
painting
touch

jpestana
2.1.2018

Water to Water

from water to water

he walks on whispered paths

scattered shattered rocks

echo of soft breaths

soft breeze

a shadow trails him 

refuses to leave

blocks his way with curses

heated words

here where there was once water

familiar tears flow to nothing

create a spring of things

that never were

jppestana

1.28.18

Life of Light

in softening air

awareness lessens

reduces to you alone

cactus scratch deeply at

a catching wind clouds catch

escaping light

he faces away

west to the fractures

of everything once easy

now it is the pecking hammering

of stone on stone

thought on thought

sense on sense

the uncertain stupor

or elation

he leans with the ancient tree

feels the tips of fingers

cool in the ghostly river

the huddled ghostly crown of crow

their jewels fading

in the life of

light

jppestana

1.12.18

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