illuminati apprentice
illustro mei animus
a novice looking
trying to find the light
any light
of day
perhaps
or something more
beyond boundaries
and within
a worm of knowledge
he signs shalom
that indicates
a belief in
mysteries
or histories
of ancient peoples
in the beginning
there was the light
and darkness fell
and waves parted
and people were let go
let go to find
poetic endeavors
always searching
for illumination of mind
going from dark to light
where mushrooms grow
and forms move shyly in shade
to the light and sweet roses
pastels emblazoned
by morning's yellow light
soft light reflecting prisims
a nuance
not yet known
going from dark
to light
to learn
illuminati apprentice
Elegy to Ms. Dog
(A Poem Dedicated to Ann Sexton)The soup, a chilled clot
like death, stains the pot
that too has gone cold.
The kitchen has no warmth;
the oven does not hold
bread, brown and pulsing
in its cozy fold.
The 48 keys now idle
black mirrors of your troubled soul
slaves that catered
to your dark and lonely need
clattered out
your melancholy shout
for man-God-lover.
The hungry bed
straight as a string
that often fed
your greed
lies empty now
a spent member
still as a silent dog
wondering why there was no more.
No more
provocative allusions
to a lustful Jesus
a cock sculptor
with incest in his eyes.
No more
lamenting and hallucinations;
a madwoman's visions
of witches spitting fire
at death and God and sex.
About the Author
Linda Alvarado has published several poems, short stories, and movie reviews for Savoy Magazine and, at one time, served as that magazine's poetry editor. She is currently working on a novel and helping to care for her nine-year-old granddaughter, who was recently diagnosed with leukemia.
Linda lives with her three dogs in Central California and earns her living as lawyer.
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