Friday, July 14, 2017

The Return

ask yourself
there
the return 
of hummingbirds
deep rains
glistening rose
purest
tear
air


did the showers touch
your sun filled skin
did the hummingbirds return
to the sweet nectar
yearning


a

quivering
leaf

jppestana
july 14, 2017

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Absence of Shade
over cracked stone
it trickles
spills runs in the thin fissures
sunny bubbles explode
crater on smoothing waves
everything about him is still
in the absence of shade
she is the long days
drumming heat
she is like
wasps to water
sipping
stinging
in her
erratic
flight
jp pestana
june 19, 2017

Monday, June 5, 2017

Breathless
the crow echo in sun
wing away
the pine is dead
alive with finch
breathless
dogs panting
the sun encroaching
over miles miles
the wind owns this land
the dust the wind
breathless
pines erupt
in their confused
flagrant ways
it is the rain
a moment
that never comes
breathless
her hair brushes
his cheek
her finger
pointing
to a gray
and discarded
sky

jppestana
June 5, 2017

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Nauvoo Stanza 10
a cup of sweet coffee
a couple stray clouds
the blue disrupted
the blackbirds have taken to the trees
they absorb me
they all speak at once for hours
I am uninvited to their conversations
what do blackbirds have to say anyway
that is so important
they leave me
knowing less
than the pine
nauvoo


jppestana
2.21.2017
NAUVOO ( Stanzas 1-9)
don't look for more
it is only the moon above the sun above the moon
you as much the moon you hovering sun all the more in blue
the buddha stands stares in spring's wet earth
he is caught between the river 
your  mountains between the crane
and crow between the senseless dove
singing finch
it is the nauvoo 
the new of you

the coyotes dark shadows
own the washboard road
the old fence marks the sold ranch
only the coyotes stand defiant
in the biting cloaking dust
lope away to the north
to their snow dusted mountains
nauvoo

from the mud from the muddle
from mumblings of one tongue
sweeter than the next
breezes silk his cheeks
one way or another
whispers become screams
screams become whispers
nauvoo

tenuous us
the clouds colorless blameless
bind the wanting sky
bind the mindless wanderings
desert beggar
beggar of tokens gold
a midas alone
finally cleansed
in his river
of nothingness
nauvoo
touch me when the wind
touches the sun
am I enough of a forgiveness
enough of what
you want me to be
the voodoo
the truth
a breathless magic
throw of the bones
the rattle spitting sparks
becoming stars
smoldering moon
becoming you
nauvoo
wishing you
nearer wishing
bothered wishing
helpless wishing you
wishing the sun and moon were one
wishing on the stars
like the song you sung
on the last night
last kiss
of my
insisted
existence
nauvoo
the beating drums
cymbals
the distance before me
is a circle spinning
it is closer than
I think and thinking
should be outlawed
feeling is the new law
of the land
the cymbal
a frantic dance
a mad tango
nauvoo
she claims this is not a place
it has no center no core
I think of places before her
and after her
the negative space
between the cottonwood
holds the cattle
the sandhills
shredded light
maybe this is a piece
of something
a place
nauvoo
I cry for the sake of tears
for the portuguese sea
the horse rests his head against my cheek
breathes warmly sleek neck mahogany
ebony mane
where is the poetry in an animal
malice of man
perversions
of verse
mistaken
for me
nauvoo

jppestana
2.20.2017

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Maybe Down the Road

between placitas
and santa fe
sweet clouds fall
from the sky
flutter
land in
snow

maybe feeling sees me
beyond my senses
maybe it's just
algodones

my eyes wander
first in desolation
return only
with small treasures
pleasure of a smooth
stone bleached
bone

then maybe see
some odd dawn
of timeless light
unearthly arousal
surrender of
all kinds
then
lingering
stillness

is this child awakened
a late celebration
scarred heart
worried words
soaring song

maybe it’s the raven's tree
hidden in the pitch
darkened in the wind
trembling like an unsteady hand
drunken
with pen

jppestana 1.23.2017

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Speak To Me
you speak to me in dream
the dream that speaks in deep
or restless sleep
in the now
or never
the howl
the whisper
the torrent
the drip
the look
the touch
the song
the silence
the sun
the cloud
the drought
the flood
the flame
the freeze
the stone
the flower
the father
the mother
the birth
the death
the tremor
the quake
the fear
the tears
the love
the loss
the winter
the winter
january 21, 2017