Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

To Keats:

I fell in love with an ode you wrote

for I too love the fall most of all

when leaves dress up in their best attire.

 

And to you, Percy B. Shelley,

Your Ode to the Skylark

will be with me forever

for I was thrilled to know

that “like a poet hidden

in the light of thought”

I too would sing the hymns of love and life.

I too would touch the hearts of others.

 

And to you William Wordsworth,

I owe you oh so much

because I learned to keep in touch

with remembrances of

my childhood dreams of the past and the present.

 

Had it not been for my English teacher, Mrs. Metelitz

to whom I want to write an ode one day

I would not have understood

your Ode on Intimation of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood. 

 

And to you Pablo Neruda

I pay homage to the Maize

that my grandmother love to

mold into sorullitos and guanime

and that my mother would

teach me to make one day

and no doubt

I will pass this tradition onto my daughter

And she to her daughters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

so that Maize

be praised forever.

 *sorullitos – corn fritters            guanime – corn dumpling