Orange que te quiero verde, that's Poeticah

The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.

This is a poem from my chapbook Blue Mundi.

<<Blue Mundi>> Ad Aperturam Libri They are not just for your hand-on-the-chin by the focused light or laying back to fly golden winged coyotes through violet clouds after summer swims They are for their visual caress or impact for their slick to smooth to rough when held their coolness or warmth when pressed to the cheek leg or chest Cradle them on your lap Feel the weight-shift of a wide narrow long and short thin to thick heavy to light After hand strain and eye stress at the computer grab one in each hand extend arms out then fly or do curls restore the flow flex release tension Open one up-close to your face They hold the collective lives of days into centuries absorbing musky addicts or fresh-mewed lawns inhaling smoky bars and mesquite smoked barbecue sipping wine hugs by fireplaces and coffee kisses before the rush They do not need to feast on that vital juice often drained from the deep middle-eastern circulation They can be your solace away from power lines communication cables cell phones and Road Rage Let them be your companion through the crackle of mountain snows dying to live in streams flowing down to canyon mist into rambunctious jungles through polyphonic-multirhythmic aquas Inside them down the edges run inscriptions in the unique designs of prior devotees and abusers When given as gifts they hold the marks of hellos to hugs and kisses Signed and inscribed by their creators they become special even treasured Perhaps when the last oil drop burns they will all be dead replaced to the last leaf by electronic boxes <<Blue Mundi>>