AMERICAN SOLSTICE
by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer
Red clouds hover
I sit still waiting and rising
For the possible arrival
Of the American Dream.
I am not…
Yet I too dream of heaven in pearl revelry
Where I express my most advanced
Supercilious doubts and vernacular truths.
The wind turmoils my city in the
Southern hemisphere like a maelstrom
Of dilapidated sociology
Stick men saunter in my nightmares
Awakened the angst of yesteryear
And the waiting eyes of a child.
The brawny miner of dreams
Awaited and subtle like teardrops
In the cool central western worlds
Of our own ways
Yes, I wait, believe the motion
How to remember.
by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer
Red clouds hover
I sit still waiting and rising
For the possible arrival
Of the American Dream.
I am not…
Yet I too dream of heaven in pearl revelry
Where I express my most advanced
Supercilious doubts and vernacular truths.
The wind turmoils my city in the
Southern hemisphere like a maelstrom
Of dilapidated sociology
Stick men saunter in my nightmares
Awakened the angst of yesteryear
And the waiting eyes of a child.
The brawny miner of dreams
Awaited and subtle like teardrops
In the cool central western worlds
Of our own ways
Yes, I wait, believe the motion
How to remember.
Carlos E Mijares Poyer is an American Poet and writer
From North Carolina, Greensboro University versed in literature and marketing.
See his Blog: http://www.englishcaracasmarketing.blogspot.com
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