Poems from Annette M Velasquez
As I travel through life's valley,
indications of His love continue to rise
and I'm assured that my sorrows and losses
are simply, "...
I remember jumping rope on the sidewalk
and games of hopscotch and hide and seek
with other kids on the block.
I remember children's...
Sound like a
shaman's chant-
cacophanous,
surreal...
murmurings
reverberating
mindlessly-
richocheted
humming
as a choir of beatnik
angels...
Not of voice
nor an
utterance.
Not a coming
into
language,
- but without
words,
primeval,
- communication
nontheless.
Pure melody-
sound...
After the writer's retreat
the poet, who I so admire-
( the one who organized it)
began an online forum.
And this features
questions and...