Frames of Insight: Dots Seeking Connection

By Felipe Cerda

This work is a collection of poems in which many of the writings seek to validate what many people see and think but only a few care to say something about it. And even the musings on everyday familiar scenes are rendered with a hightened sense of searching that makes the reading of this book feel like an exploratory adventure; like a flight of awareness from a flat, two-dimensional world up to any number of higher dimensions. It's a vibrant gallery of sharp, mental pictures that inspires you and makes you want to paint some of your own. It's poetry that says what many think and notice; and respects and seeks to please the intelligence of the reader. It's a flight of awareness, but don't fasten your seatbelt. Let go and abandon yourself to the adventure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Felipe Cerda
• Release date: Jan 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386538080

Book preview

Perspectives

What you see may not be

What you select to see.

You may or may not

See it frequently.

You're supposed to be equal;

But equal to what?

You may not be as equal as

You are made to think you are.

One man’s God

Can be another man’s devil.

Always verify and test

What you think you know.

No one knows a single reality.

Your mind is the storage for

The things you are made to believe.

You feel what you have access to,

And what you’re made to feel.

From big bang to bang-bang.

From somewhere to nowhere.

From one extreme to another.

Some force will strain to strand you.

A Life Performance

The birds start singing at the break of dawn;

And the sky’s upbringing the light of the sun.

A symphony of motors joins in on rehearsal;

And the morning odors wake up in my nasal.

After hesitating, I’m up, dressed and all;

The world’s resonating like out of control.

I feel I’m prepared for what I’m projecting.

The weather is fair, no mood is objecting.

I’m going somewhere, seemingly amused;

Watching everywhere things to which I’m used.

At an intersection I stop at a red light—

A two-way procession itches to go by.

Just around the corner a car’s hood is lifted;

Drinking a Corona sits the guy that drifted.

I keep driving on by a row of facades,

Each a dwelling home lined up side by side.

Then, as if by magic, I’m now on the freeway

Dancing with the traffic that hampers my way.

And against the elements a plane tests its might,

Poking at the firmament with its micro flight.

Now back on the streets—closer to the place

Where some of my needs get help if I pay.

I get to the line where I’m going to spend,

And a man that’s blind tells me where to stand.

In all seriousness I glance-gauge my money—

It’s enough, I guess, this time I have plenty.

At these sort of moments, often, within myself I say:

All these are the components of life… playing a day.

The birds

So many birds, where do they live?

There is a nest up on the palm tree.

It has been there for quite a while,

But it won’t host so many flyers.

I’ve seen some of them

Go in the library.

They make stays in pairs;

And sometimes they have families.

They go in through a window break

Left from the earthquakes.

Since no people go in these days,

The birds even have parties.

That’s how they sound like

By their squeaky little language.

The tree that hugs

The corner sidewalk

Seems like a hub

To just go and talk.

The ones that nest up on the bank

And around the clinic

That’s side by side with McDonalds

Get together with others to socialize

And fly around over the tree

That’s on the corner.

Prairie of my Dreams

Half ways between the valleys,

The mountains, and the shore

A prairie showers with flurries

Of winds of ancient score.

A creek makes way stalking

And winding around soft hills;

And the water runs talking

With deeps and dents it fills.

There a voice used to call me

And activate my dreams.

And the sun used to scold me

And hit me with its beams.

Under the trees and bushes

The shadows of the day

Used to