Saturday, May 6, 2017

H Ode

H Ode 

By Carlos M. Rodriguez 

An H stirs my heart to waking up from slumbers of letters that speak to me of comfort
I was not meant for comfort. I was meant for flight.
My children will learn how to fly before they learn how to crawl.

Mozart’s blind dreams will drape their umbilical struggles in poetic rain of southern stars- I ode to silence and H’s hidden power- its truth beyond the noise. 

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