Thursday, June 30, 2011

Suicide

Suicide

Broken, yes, my spirit is broken,
words no longer flow
with ease.  Death courts me insistently.
Lays its head on my lap and says:  Drink these pills.
I resist because dreams surround
my heart.  But I am weakened by its mystery,
its charming voice:  it is better
in the long run.  There will be no more pain.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Haiku

cuckoo
in a bamboo forest
lawlessness

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Haiku

my voice
in a winter wind—
nickels and dimes

Haiku

mounting violence
the police superintendent
doesn’t know his job

Saturday, June 25, 2011

For You

For You

One can never know a heart
until it blossoms and says: I miss you!  
Then you hear wild geese

honking, and the snow on withered grass
melts.  Your eyes shine like the first time
you saw a tastefully livened garden.

For you there are orange blossoms,
and I know that when I am with you
the moon’s round light at the window

opens our hands and we touch
like friends, butterflies, and birds
to rise from a meadow of flowers.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Haiku

summer melody
of cicadas—
drunk on love sap

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Haiku

waiting for winter—
the upside down world
of my mind

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Haiku

dog day afternoon— 
I answer the call  
of a lone cuckoo

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Haiku

This is the day I stop thinking little.  No more poems about things I don’t feel.  My skin is in havoc.  There are no butterflies around here, or cherry blossoms.  Time is the juxtaposition, and I can no longer run up a flight of stairs.  The lack of human touch is like burning in a lake of fire.  Consumed with pain you don’t have the courage to end the slow disappearance of strength.  So, you die more than you live.  You are not sure you are pleased with the things you’ve done.  There is regret, remorse, and a little fear.  But whatever happens, when the time comes you will go loveless and unmissed.

Mount Fuji snow… 
I wake up thinking 
about tomorrow

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Haiku

searching
for the right word …
I choke in tears

Saturday, June 11, 2011

In the Fields of Bones

In the Fields of Bones


open window
from where I hear a gloomy life
walk by
nothing but a shred of light
conquers shadows

and it was I who  
thought that light was mine
when all along
it was the sorrow
of finding a frozen
melon-heart

a handkerchief stalks
my tears
hopping my grief will be swift
in the fields of bones 
and parsley

Haiku

a soft wind
in the chrysanthemums
Buddha's blessing 

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Haiku

hail
in the middle of the sky
a frozen river 

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Haiku

colorful birds
beaming with spring…
cave entrance

Sunday, June 05, 2011

Haiku

another rainy day…
within these four walls
a one-sided heart

Saturday, June 04, 2011

In a Field of Sunshine

In a Field of Sunshine

At dawn, the ruins hidden in a field of weeds awake us.  
You have your arms around my waist, our wings begin to grow. 
We kiss and fly back into our cocoon unnoticed.   The end
is not yet finished and we must keep away from the dying cities.

two lives
between two men
in a field of sunshine

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Sergio A. Ortiz is a Puerto Rican poet and the founding editor of Undertow Tanka Review. He is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. 2nd place in the 2016 Ramón Ataz annual poetry competition, sponsored by Alaire Publishing House. He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sergio A. Ortiz es poeta puertorriqueño que escribe en inglés y español. Actualmente trabaja en su primera colección de poesía, Elephant Graveyard, Cementerio de Elefantes. Ha sido nominado al premio Pushcart en dos ocasiones, al Best of the Web en cuatro ocasiones, y al Best of the Net, 2016. 2do lugar Premio Ramón Ataz de Poesía, 2016. Sus poemas han aparecido, o están por aparecer, en revistas literarias como: Letralía, Chachala Review, The Accentos Review, Resonancias, por mencionar algunos.

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