Poem… ¿what inspires me?

¿what inspires me?

–december 31, 2018–
méxico city, méxico

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

island mountains against my small existence
a palm tree’s sensual sway
and the atlantic nights that drown my arrogance
caribbean breezes hissing through banana leaves their say
and the nostalgia of their vital scent from far away
the scorching sun against my skin over warm sands
while sea waves season me with foam and salt
and the way guava ignites the ocean’s salivary glands
the little frogs’ shrill song followed by their indiscretions
the moon’s kiss of rum and sugarcane
and night’s surrender to coffee passions:
the sweet and bitter darkness that humid skies can’t tame

¿what inspires me? will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–


Poem… My Childhood Island Fades


I dedicate this poem to those who have left their homeland, my grandfather Don Luis, Don Pedro Albizu Campos, Doña Blanca Canales and Puerto Rico.


My Childhood Island Fades

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Palm trees fade away…
Royal branches swaying disappear
as my youthful Caribbean fear
increases –anguish that this growing distance won’t allay.
Heart of Mine wish upon a star for me to stay
or in the future runaway back to my island’s shores.
Over sands, I’ll wade among its waves once more:
Seduced by seafoam’s wet caress
and kissed by the Atlantic’s breath
with winds that bind my ever-present soul ashore.


–You can enjoy the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–


 

Poem: ¿what inspires me?

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¿what inspires me?

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–december 31, 2018–
méxico city, méxico


island mountains against my small existence
a palm tree’s sensual sway
and the atlantic nights that drown my arrogance

caribbean breezes hissing through banana leaves their say
and the nostalgia of their vital scent from far away

the scorching sun against my skin over warm sands
while sea waves season me with foam and salt
and the way guava ignites the ocean’s salivary glands

the little frogs’ shrill song followed by their indiscretions
the moon’s kiss of rum and sugarcane
and night’s surrender to coffee passions:
the sweet and bitter darkness that humid skies can’t tame