Into the Valley After Gil Vicente
I go out into the valley,
out into the valley, I go,
where a nightingale
sings of lost hope.
I go out into the valley,
where bitter lemons grow.
I go out into the valley
where my rosy cheeks
have enough of the sun.
There is no fruit for
my labor. There is no love.
I go out into the valley,
out into the valley I go,
as I sing of false hope.
My gentle skin burns.
I’m too pale for the sun.
I go out into the valley
where the nightingale
sings the saddest of songs.
*
57 Going on 60
I am not
only alive
and in the present,
I am not
in the future
and the past is gone.
My memory
is the worst of all.
I might as well be dead.
I have two years left.
I have one toe in the grave.
That is the future.
I may not have two years left.
Who really knows?
The present is fleeting.
The past was a blur.
And I never believed
in the fountain of youth.
*
Moving Around
I hide at night
in a home by
a river of
debris and mice.
Of Mice and Men,
I read that book.
I used to love
The Moon is Down.
Moving around
makes me so tired.
*
Bundle of Dreams
I was born
and I will die.
I will die
and I will have dreams.
I will meet
my grandparents
on the other side.
My hair will
grow long again
and I will be young.
Isn’t it great?
This is one of my dreams.
I have a bundle of them.
*
Words
Words betray me.
I leave them stranded in retaliation.
They get dirty
with no one to tend to them.
Blank-eyed, they look
at me with numb attention.
Their false smiles sting.
The words convince me to take them
back. In a stream
of consciousness the words
start a poem
on the importance of second chances.
More poems come
out wrapped in barbed wire about
America’s wall.
I take a mop to the blood on the page.
I can’t clean it.
The killing has been going on for years.
Our life, our lives
are fed to the black night in the desert.
Off the rails, a
would be leader peddles fear to his lot.
My vote and
my words are my most useful weapon.
I take a pen.
I write down the story I have to tell.
Nobody can
stop me. I must keep faith in myself.
3 thoughts on “Poetry from Luis Berriozabal”
Luis,
Your poem “Words” really hit the mark for me. I enjoyed your poems. Keep writing my friend.
Luis,
Your poem “Words” really hit the mark for me. I enjoyed your poems. Keep writing my friend.
Stephen
great poems my friend
Enjoyed these.