Hurricane Rain

dogs bark harshly at nothing seen

a shrinking sky obscuring

it's coming as sure as louisiana drowns

the old church bell tolls loneliness less me

sees what there is to see

meet the newly half blind man

weeping trees

the brown stream through the heart

races crazily from here to there

the shoeless girl holding her shoes high

clinging black dress black umbrella spinning

splashes happily

on her way

to her only

eternity

 

jppestana

Hurricane Rain

8.30.2020

Collection

if I could only remember you

what you showed me when 

my sight was dimmer 

than the lost caves 

of my youth

in my usual stumble

I see impenetrable clouds towering

brilliantly impossibly blue they collect me 

push me to the edge

did you ask me 

what they were

and below me sweetgum and sassafras

easy growing willows

a mottled sun straining to be seen 

in the last days 

of collected

puddled 

rain

Collection

jppestana

8..23..2020

 

Collection

 

if only I could remember you
what you showed me when
my sight was dimmer
than the lost caves
of my youth
in my usual stumble
I see impenetrable clouds towering
brilliantly impossibly blue they collect me
push me to the edge of this
did you ask me 

what they were

what they mean

wonder aloud about my helpless soul
and below me sweetgum and sassafras
easy growing willows sway

a mottled sun trapped 

in the knotted grass

of collected

puddled
rain

 

Collection
jppestana
8..23..2020

Serenity When

when nothing is all there is

I am able to give more of the same

dig deep into my empty pockets

scrape away my empty plate

see through me retreating into these darkening blues

froth of you leaving returning over sunken jetties

a squealing pulsing sea

your eyes stare into a longer story unread

but truer than any contemplations

serenity when

there is nothing left

to be

Serenity When
jppestana
7. 26. 2020

Not Sure

not sure these tears that arrive
from nowhere else mean anything
not sure they even belong to me
they come go easily enough
like friends once then unremembered
then there is the lone tear
crossing the territory of this aloneness
vast indistinct mapless
is this the mirage of the birth of I
I begin to cry as the lost child would
see the slow death of a horizon
not sure
sure

jppestana
Not Sure
6.28.2020

Awakened

On this morning
hummingbirds were in their nectar
before the sun
I cheerfully welcomed them.




jppestana
6.19.2020
Awakened

The Drum

a marching darkness

fell upon the land

the sun retreated

then surrendered

shadows ran from

themselves

only I

JP Pestana

The Drum

June 1, 2020