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A Lilac Not Painted
A Lilac Not Painted
A Lilac Not Painted
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A Lilac Not Painted

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A Lilac not painted (2000-2011) is a series of poems that took about a decade to write. Out of hundreds of poems composed and written during the past decade. Ive selected what I think are the best series of poems for publishing. You the reader will be the judge. The poems here represented are a continual amalgam of life experiences, and observations. Joseph Campbell once said, that we should not me seeking the meaning of life, but the experience of life itself and I agree with him wholeheartedly.
I am proud of each poem here represented. They are my children. The process of writing poems is being in a constant elevated state of consciousness. It is life, nature, and spirituality as they might reveal themselves to us. Robert Frost wrote that a poem begins, When we feel a lump in our throat. Many of poems have begun this way followed by a clarification of life.
Novalis wrote, The seat of the soul is where both the inner, and outer world meet. This is the center from whence my poetry stems. I write to myself first. I am my first audience. Im hoping as I release these poems and share them with you that they will be easy and simple to understand. My last and only humble desire is that you the reader might experience and realize the power of the written word for yourselves and in your life.
Sincerely

Alain Gracio


LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateJun 29, 2011
ISBN9781462865963
A Lilac Not Painted
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Alain Gracio

Alain Gracio was born Alfredo A. Garcia on August 29, 1964 in San Francisco Ca. His Nom de plume came about when another poet friend couldn't pronounce his name and just called him Alain, which stuck, and Gracio is a letter play on his last name. His father moved the family to Nicaragua in 1972 where the author accumulated the bulk of his enduring lifetime memories and experiences. He started writing poetry and prose when he was 9 years old nursing a infected leg that kept him bedridden for a couple of months. His first major influences were the great modernist Nicaraguan poet Ruben Dario, and some other local Nicaraguan poets and writers. Alain Gracio moved back to California in 1980. Soon after graduating from High School he joined the U.S army, where he traveled all over the United States, giving according to him the second best education of his life. The first one being his 6 years he spent living in Nicaragua during the tumultuous Civil War that engulfed the country and experiencing stress and trauma of war for a lifetime. His other major influences include William Shakespeare, Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, and the Great one Rainer Maria Rilke. Alain Gracio currently makes his home in San Jose, California, with his wife Leslie and 10-year-old son Jared. Alain is currently attending college pursuing his lifelong goal of an English Degree and is currently working on a novel and two other poetry books.

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    A Lilac Not Painted - Alain Gracio

    1. A lilac not painted

    Perched high above

    A mountain boulder

    A swelled

    Unpainted

    Lilac

    Lies

    Entrenched

    Indifferent.

    Her

    Permeated

    Azure colored

    Petals

    Swirl,

    Gyrate,

    Eternally flowing,

    Towards a kaleidoscope

    Of nature’s best

    Untold.

    Tilted

    Inconspicuously

    To the naked eye

    Its sinuous roots

    Extract

    Liquid life

    From its dark womb

    Of conception.

    Silently,

    From its telluric abyss

    Of pods, seeds, and twines

    A lament cries out.

    "Hear me!

    See me!"

    Her wimpled voice languors,

    Yet, we hear her not,

    Nor, we see her not,

    So she will go,

    Unpainted,

    Unnoticed,

    Until we are not.

    2. Mother

    You,

    Pathetic monster

    Of ghostly

    Memories.

    Do you not see?

    The shame!

    The bitterness!

    The inflicted self-destruction

    You entrusted me with!

    It is a steadfast circle of

    Pain that only time and I

    Can take away.

    So for now I will let you die,

    And slowly dissolve,

    From within my existence

    Until eternity recedes

    And condenses.

    Then you and I

    We will see the promise of

    The eternal blue sun

    With its impaling azure rays

    Erode the canyon of

    The barren silence

    Of our sorrows.

    3.

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