A day in Hedgesville (A freestyle poem by Alejand Fernandez)
Rhapsody, fragrance of violet, climbing vines.
I amble through the dead field
listening to the echo of the flickering leaves,
as they weave intricately
intertwining the labyrinth of my fragile soul.
Strolling through the arterial of shattered dreams,
I feel the wrath, yet the stillness of the oak trees,
ascends and soothes me too;
the whisper of the sensuous dance,
the twirling wind caressing a layer of my skin.
Alone the semicircle of the twisted field,
fettered, constricting my gait, yet not my insatiate soul.
I sit still in silence to a thousand marionettes,
walking, playing, running and not a ventriloquist in site.
I feel the convulsion, connection and the essence galaxies.
The blade of grass, oak trees, and mockingbirds,
misery in the depths of compassion in heights,
and the fabric of fallacy everywhere.
Men practicing the Zen of their beliefs,
Nuances so carefully woven in unfounded speech,
slowly unraveling, beseeching freedom.
I am back in my room facing the shocking walls,
lost to the note indwelling within the soliloquist in my head.
To be committed, to be confused, and follow through,
gentle thoughts invade my head.
To see and feel,
the delicate nature in its balancing act.
Egregious depravation and daily degradation, only
on their head, not on my hungry heart.
To be committed, and confused,
To have conviction,
and follow through,
my gentle thoughts,
invade my head,
I see and feel the balancing act,
of nature’s things, trying,
to do the right things.
in spite of segregation,
and the self revelation,
which built our perception,
of self protection,
to never again, again,
fall to degradation….
I am black and I am white, Rican, Dominican too,
I sense my African, flowing thought,
brownish gray, brown and blue.
In everyone of you,
I descry my child, sense of pain, anxiety, and poetry, the sound I hear is that, of flickering leaves…