Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to review his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you. Anyhow, he said to me (responding more on poem #728, "Derivative Echoes"): "Figurative language, meaning words used to refer to something that you don't really mean, is used here to make noises, as are metaphors sometimes. Probably the reason I used figurative language imagery here was to tie the ideas and feelings my poem [s] expresses [ness] to the physical world in which I want it to exist." He lost me somewhere along the line, but it sounded good when I read the poems. Rosa Penaloza.
The Bear-men of Qolqepunku
(or: the magical ice of Peru)
(Foreshadow)
High up in the Andes of Peru
The Ukukus wander on
Glacier, frost and snow
Dressed in furry clocks and masks
They trek to find the mountains ice
Of sacred healing powers
The Bear-men, they are called:
In the old language of the Quechua;
Guardians of the ice
They cut the ice in solid blocks
Carried on backs, down mountain paths,
To family, friends, and livestock
Ah! Sixteen-thousand feet high, comes
A pilgrimage Qoyllur Rit i' ?
Year, after year, after year.
The Bear-men-, silently watch
Their glacier, slowly disappear
As if in thin air!...
They've now decide to leave the ice
The magical ice of Peru, in place
As warming temperatures rise?
This is helping the Ice Cap
Evaporate, in the 21st Century-
Perhaps this is a whisper?
"Is this the world's end?"
#731 6/17/05
Derivative Echoes
I would show you love in a handful of clouds-
Could I find the clouds, and find the love;
And is it love one is really looking for?
Fallen angels had love from heaven,
And chose lust in place, on earth?!
In hell one loves lust and thus, would be
Unhappy in Heaven I imagine?;
Ah! Maybe allusions is the strand we're
Looking for?? We're living for?
We live in the age of imagined howling
?with aches and pains in the mind
Fear of death-nymphs (well dressed)
Schoolmasters serving children a blotted
Light; perfect pitch, more questions than
Answer; disrupting the harmonic balance!...
#728 6/2005
Poet Dennis Siluk
http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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