Beliefs are our compass, bringing to form
A calm, stable day or the eye of a storm
Choices are given each day in this life
To service the good or instigate strife
Oh, we're a mighty and powerful force
As the universe rises ... our ultimate source
We won't get away from this eminent sleuth
Who knows what we want; only, gives us the truth
Oh, what a magical, intricate day
But I'm tired, and honestly, don't want to play
So go on, conspire to give me my due
You'll find me today, on a walk, at the zoo
God must have spilled stars liquid
on His brooding Gabriel Marquez Garcia…
weaving, crushing and shaping words
lacquered with magical realism. But this
is not his only primal appeal; his Latin veins
spread a scenic collage of life pierced by decades
profound…meaningless then meaningful like
a glue of patience in ‘Love in Time of Cholera’,
the alchemy of serendipity flowing
oh so slowly along eternity’s belt and hanging
angel dreams on a wax, as if his pages bleed with
quivering fingers that speak of growing old when
men stop loving and serenading the moon…and
God spills me with stars climbing inside my bones;
my sacramental eyes collapse on Garcia’s hands
tasting his need for cities to become one family,
transcending more than ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’.
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Your Favorite Artist Contest of Anthony Slausen
*A dedication to Nobel Laureate Gabriel M. Garcia
who passed away last April 17, 2014. He wrote
'Love In the Time of Cholera' and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude',
among others.
4/20/14