davidbrucehaiku: repellent beauty

Pensive

Confab With Me

That feeling of uneasiness,
those unknown reasons
lurking my thoughts day and night
keeping my heart delirious
and eyes wide awake
despite being sleep deprived for eons
now making me wonder
was this the life we dreamt
when we first met
in the fold of few dreams
in the crevices of some benign smiles

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Return of Fiesta Days: Cascarones, by Mark Tulin

Crow On The Wire

In the current political climate—where minorities, immigrants, and their children are treated harshly—it’s refreshing to have a fiesta (Spanish for party) in my hometown of Santa Barbara, California. It’s an annual week-long fiesta beginning on the first weekend of August. The Fiesta, or Old Spanish Days as it is sometimes called, celebrates the contributions of Mexican, Spanish, and Native American peoples in the region.

The symbol of the festival is perhaps the handmade confetti-filled fiesta eggs, called cascarones in Spanish, and many of them are intricately decorated. The breaking of these colorful eggs during the Old Spanish Days celebration takes place joyfully in the streets of Santa Barbara.

The first weekend
in August, the bands strike, 
and the Palominos proudly stride
down State Street 
in red, green 
and white.

Señoras on sidewalks
selling hollow eggs,
washed and painted,
filled with confetti,
broken over crowns,
christening lives 
in cascading waterfalls.

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Only a Few Strides Away

Confab With Me

You worked for years, yet not able to see the sun you desired and wrapped in your gloomy self you let go all the effort you channelized all this while, and you were naive for the sunshine was waiting for you at the other cornering life a few strides away 

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davidbrucehaiku: shoes