A Poet's Lament

[SmilingLez]

I have neglected my first love - free verse - for about 2 weeks. Not anymore.

I've decided that my free verse will center around Latino / Spanish / South American / Hispanic culture instead of pre Castro Cuba.

My outline:

1. Music
brass, strings, drums

2. Food
flavors, colors, smells

3. Texture / Touch / Physical Sensation
fabrics, colors, movement, patterns
rough, smooth, soft, stiff

4. Energy
joyful, upbeat, love, family, friends


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Title - Fiesta de Alegría

 

[SmilingLez]

Fleshing out my skeleton

Music
Trumpets blaze, piercing the sun,
guitars strum fire, drums pulse heartbeat, maracas rattle like quicksilver, rhythm wraps everything, unstoppable, alive.

Food
Spices curl in the air - cinnamon, chili, lime, plantains fry, tortillas steam, chocolate thick, mangoes dripping gold, tamarind tangs sharp, aromas weaving through every corner, every street.

Colors
Fuchsia, turquoise, ochre, coral—walls, flags, cloth, ribbons twist and shimmer in warm sunlight, tiles catch the heat, flowers flare, vividness bleeding into every crack and shadow.

Joy
Laughter explodes, family, clinking glasses, invisible threads of delight, the pulse of celebration in every sound and scent, energy rises, unstoppable, relentless, a world singing, radiant, uncontained.

 

[SmilingLez]

Fleshing out my skeleton

Music
Trumpets blaze, piercing the sun,
guitars strum fire, drums pulse heartbeat, maracas rattle like quicksilver, rhythm wraps everything, unstoppable, alive.

Been working on the music aspect

Trumpets cut the heat -
bright, brassy flames,
drums slam ribs,
maracas rattle like lightning across bare shoulders,
guitars lick the sun off tiled rooftops.

 

[SmilingLez]

Been working on the music aspect

Trumpets cut the heat -
bright, brassy flames,
drums slam ribs,
maracas rattle like lightning across bare shoulders,
guitars lick the sun off tiled rooftops.

First machete chop:

trumpets - brassy flames, belly deep
drums - pulsing, slamming ribs,
maracas - lightning across bare shoulders,
guitars - licking the sun off tiled rooftops.

 

[SmilingLez]

Now for the food - first machete chop

Spices - cinnamon, chili, lime
dance on your tongue
weave through every corner,
every street,
every home

plantains fry,
tortillas steam,
chocolate thick,
mangoes dripping gold