That Gaseous Element

By Tristan Kendo

Wind is a topic as old as love and yet in this book, the author gives us a new perspective, by rewriting myths, by playing with language and geometrical shapes, by reinterpreting history. That Gaseous Element, the central character in the book, is not to be taken for granted and will astonish you, with its different faces.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781728343365

Tristan Kendo

After fifteen years, Tristan Kendo, more evolved as a poet, comes back with another cluster-poem. As in A Poet Working In The Supermarket, he takes a central idea and develops it with the difference that he adopts richer perspectives. Tristan Kendo, pen name of Noel Sevilla Siero, is retired and lives in Managua, Nicaragua. He still works part time to keep the mind active. In his free time, he writes poetry, aphorisms and enjoys the pleasure of family life, so important at this stage.

Book preview

1

The pause the wind makes,

is even more terrible

than its sound.

It is gaining impulse, strength

to come back fiercer.

A dog barks in the distance

and you stand up

to close the door.

2

Wind writes a message

on your forehead,

a message that can only

be read by a monk

in a monastery,

in the graveyard of noise.

3

Wind has erased all your memories;

your resentments and disappointments,

but now you do not know

who you are.

4

The distant cousin of Aeolus,

drags the afternoon into Lethe,

where the third quarter of day,

becomes a pause between

water and memory, air and plant,

denying movement and ash.

Gone is the pernicious worry

about the future, always lurking

behind your voiceless shadow.

Gone are the sweat drops

running down your cheeks,

in search of the abyss.

All you have is the present,

white as a shirt hanging

from a wire line

in the backyard of your house.

5

Aurai is moaning outside your window.

Hurry!

Open the glass eye of your house.

Hurry!

Apollo is chasing her!

Hurry!

She wants you to rescue her

And to become one with your breath.

6

As you wipe the salty pearls

running down your neck,

you felt a refreshing gust

of wind.

Is that you?, you asked,

are you the same who

appeared to the Prophet Elijah?

Then you welcomed HIM

after the implication,

after the humbleness of the page

and built HIM a home

in your being,

made of fire and promises.

7

Wind did not suffice

to stop the rook

from pecking at the doves,

lying down on the insensitive pavement.

The guy with the foreign

accent says the birds

should be killed,

to spare them

more suffering.

But you keep walking

and the dog from

the green house,

barks at you.

8

WIND WIN WI W

At times you are reduced

to nothingness,

to silence,

paving the way

for sweat

and low blood pressure.

9

The dust, driven by the wind,

dirties the house’s floor.

The maid cleans it,

not knowing it brings

a message from a man,

whose body lies in a ravine,

rotten

and forgotten.

Nobody will know he

wanted some kind of recognition

that in life he did not get.

10

You lose sight of her

as she turns the corner,

but she leaves her scent,

scent of flower and sky,

that the wind carries

to a stinking pond,

where crows clean their

feathers and politicians

ask the liquid mirror,

Who lies the most?

11

Besieged by silence and memory,

the wind escapes through the sewer,

until it takes shelter

in a busy market,

where shoppers scream

and wipe their brows.

12

Before defeat the wind releases its grip

on your finger and the lovers

take for granted that tomorrow

the benches in the park will not

be empty