Vanish to the Mountain Spring
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These poems enclosed waver and fluctuate with rhythms and hold a natural approach to musical theories, yet they do so through images and metaphors. Poems included create sounds which need arrangement such as a puzzle piece must fit with its fellow pieces. Along with following the sound of the poem, one will discover an image, or images which cover the palate of the senses. The sounds of the words, individually or together, create the themes of the book. I hold the strong belief that the art of writing and reading poems exists as theatrical one. One which calls for an audience and upholds the notion that verse, in the end, is music and image and meaning together.
Donny Barilla
Donny Barilla, living in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania, devotes his evenings and nights to writing poetry. He published over seventy poems in magazines and literary journals. He has twenty-three books in libraries, both academic and public. He hosts readings and signings on a frequent basis. Coming in first place of the Adelaide Literary Award for poetry, two thousand and eighteen, many of his pursuits have come in the direction of charities for children in need. Donny released his first two books, ‘Treasures’ and ‘Dance Upon the Forest Floor.’ Numerous more rest on the horizon as Donny writes daily constantly trying to improve upon his craft. With nature standing as his backdrop for his poems, Donny pulls on the heartstrings of his messages and stays as a disciplined artist.
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Vanish to the Mountain Spring - Donny Barilla
Chants of the Cherry Blossom
Blossom of the weeping cherry tree, I hear the chant of the
spindling winds which gather in my weakening chest.
Running my fingers through the moisture of the petals,
sweet rain dances from limb to supple bud.
In an endless stretch of sauntering wind,
I fill my lungs and then, I hear the hymns as they have
buried in these roots, filled with antiquity.
After roaming this orchard, sweet scents of the fullness of this
pasture climbs through my mouth, moans in the presence
where my fingers and thumbs gather pollens and lofting dust.
For many years, thousands of years, she once
threaded her way across this earth. I hear her
tender voice with this wind, blooming
upon the gestures of each floundering seed.
I gather my things and venture through the endless grasses
which slumber upon pasture and fertile meadow.
Field
I lay upon this sheet, down pillow, and endless roaming blanket, quilt.
I swim through as a river licks and moistens the earth.
Feeling your breath, heavy loafing incense patterns
across the wooden and most generous room.
Slick, cool beads dampen the fullness of your breasts.
My cheeks, jaws, and temples soothe with every ebb and flow.
Winds smash upon the oldest trembling windows.
The fury of this storm rests upon milks.
Quietly, I hurry my mouth and soft lips.
I hear the thrashing posture of this soaked, trembling field.
Lost in this Cloak and Fog
With the full, sinking clouds, I watch the sleek gray fog slips
and spread across the inviting forest.
Several, silent, steps and I am lost upon
The threads of night which cloak my way.
Wrapped in shrouds of this theft of night,
each trail which loosens from my boots,
I feel the thin gauze wrap across my face.
The heaviness of my body sulks upon
the trembling pat of the soothing rains.
I answer to the gloat of the moon. I moisten with each fading grass
as the trickling beads whisper upon my feet and ankle.
Softening weeds moan with the pulse of the sky
as each dewdrop carries a song of it’s ancestor
which milked root and loafing branch.
Heavy
Rains pelt the shift and goblet of my mouth, throat.
Tasting the scouring creek, glide of the river,
I walk through each bush, thorn, and thicket.
I hear the passion of the holly bush as the skies
Open to the threads which stitch upon my torso.
I step across the mumbling pockets of the earth.
Stopping briefly, I smile upon
the velvets of the trees, boasting green moss.
I walk my way across the moans of the forest.
Reaching the wheat and muds which swell across my Boots,
I beg for the heaviest of rain to fall upon me.
Oaks Which Triumph
Spread, a fracture upon the earth boasted of rock,
pebbles and rich, fragrant minerals.
I deepened into this chasm and slept until the sliced rivets
of moonlight trembled across the most heavy blanket;
I shrouded in burlap and gave myself to the threads
which coddled both face groin, and sulking flesh.
I give myself to the trembling dash of starlight.
I wrestle my way to the heavy passing stream.
Upon the notes of the drenched, flooding sky,
I gave my lust to the heaviest of oaks which triumphs.
After Walking through Your Garden Years Past
There rest bones within me; I recall each finger
you grooved across me which trace signatures
and witness the quiver of this tensing flesh.
A redness flushed, slapping fluids, rises with each antidote
and fires a swallow through the floods swelling in my throat.
I look upon you in the crests of a morning dampness.
I unbutton my denim and sculpt my way across you;
Looking to the horizon, past the pastures
and roam of the wooded hills,
I recall the angles you shifted
and rose to the fibers which dashed across me.
Age Marked by Sapling and Cloud Descension
In the soft hours of the twitch and sway
where the sapling fumbles each jade, spread and branch,
each bud and bursting pod, I breath the voice of this dancing tree.
There once broomed a