hugo la rosa

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The Pains They Thought for the Broken Earth

I walk across

the sunny patio again:The gnarled edgings havegiven dandelionsand thistles. There isno sign of a lawnbut a look alikecrumpled carpet, greenbeneath the swings wherethe winter pasthas been singingits tingling, chilly melodies.The painting rollers,the broken bricks,the wheelbarrowremaining;the climbing little vineyarddry and forgottenbeyond any obligation,free of any duties.The lonely driveway,ravaged by the purityof salt, burning it,underneath the steps.The glory of Springis here, once more,even though accostedby a loveless sadness;even when the fencehas given wayand fallen,together with someof the lanterns.But those against the trellisstill remain, whoknows for what the use.You see, such were the stormsthat cleavedunto the many daysin the history of the houses,and the deserted,clean streets of Ozone Park.In the end. . .God only knowswhat imagined painsthey thought for the brokenages of the earth

that so inadvertently came.

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Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Great title, Hugo!

Great title, Hugo! Absolutely adore this poem. A keen eye and heart you have, Hugo. I offer a couple of suggestions: the beginning: I walk across the sunny patio, The end: The force… only God knows Love, Anna "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Paul Valery

hugo la rosa

16 years 2 months ago

My Dear Kailashana:

Thank you for the suggestion. They really improve the poem. I don't know, I thought of paying a visit to my neopoet friends. It's really a delight to read a comment from you. I hope to continue writing. Sincerely, Hugo

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

Nature and man mixed together in the disarray of derelict houses

Ann of Norway "the wheel-barrel" ..did you mean wheel-barrows? Oh this is one I like and it deals with the subject I love, that of nature and man mixed together in the disarray of derelict houses and spent flowers, the surreal atmosphere of such juxtapositions create such a rich feild of thought, and I love it as I said; it makes me think of my own, last posted, the sadness of Spring can be as powerful and that of its joy. I must to my bed but may visit you here again dear Hugo. Love from Ann.

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Heheheh. I forgot to

Heheheh. I forgot to mention that (wheelbarrow) . Got to get more than 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night. p.s. lose the *have* before the last word of the poem? "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Paul Valery

hugo la rosa

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Ann of Norway:

They say that even the disarray of nature, or of man, have also its own intrinsic order; that an invisible hand monitorizes and even tutors our experiences. For what use? That is hidden to us. The thing is wise people have come out wiser; foolish, even more foolish. Trial, or punishment, it all depends on how we fare: if we sink or we stand in the end. Thank you for your nice comment that certainly inspired mine. Sincerely, Hugo

Lonnie

16 years 2 months ago

Great job, Hugo!

A very forceful and powerful poem filled with quite tangible truth and terrific word usage! Bravo!

hugo la rosa

16 years 2 months ago

Thank you, Lonnie:

Thank you for your thoughful comment. I really wanted to write in a descriptive manner, and find the spirit of things beneath the surface. Things have their own mystery; just naming and relating them makes them vivid and filled with a certain magic we don't finish to comprehend. Like you say, there must be some great truth at play. Sincerely, Hugo

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Hugo

Hugo the power of your words as always has punch ... wonderful poem sorry to be late getting to this one love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

hugo la rosa

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Serene:

How are you? Thank you for the nice comment. On the contrary, I think you all have to forgive me for not commenting on your poems as before. I wonder what happened to Lyz, and those of the group that used to write one poem a day:) Sincerely, Hugo

seabhac

16 years 2 months ago

Hi Hugo

Nice to see you writing again. This sounds like my garden at the moment after the deluge of a long winter and a new pup...I used to have a lovely lawn and a fence that wasn't broken and now....well God only knows but I wait for the warmth of the Spring sun and the little snowdrops nodding...darn the dog has eaten them,again... Best Wishes Seabhac

hugo la rosa

16 years 2 months ago

Hi, Seabhac:

It's really nice to share the feelings about the place where we spend nice moments during Summer. I guess most of the patios or gardens look the same after Winter. I hope everything goes right with you and yours this coming Spring. God bless, Sincerely, Hugo

Candlewitch

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Hugo

Yes, Spring is nearing again. The fence needs fixing and the porch needs painting. We have had temps in the forties and fifties this week with buckets of rain everyday. Only a few small patches of snow remain. Always, Cat

hugo la rosa

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Cat:

Thank you for empathizing with what I said in my poem. Times goes by quickly; now, we are at the doors of Spring, and so on. I would say the groundhog wasn't wrong at all. The temperatures seem right to us, but are they good to the earth? Let hope for the best anyway. Sincerely, Hugo

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Hi Hugo. It’s been a

Hi Hugo. It's been a while since you posted a poem, and what a lovely poem...I like the mention of The Thistle. `The emblem of my Native Country Scotland`. And Lyz is still here and has posted a really nice poem. 5 stars and a spot for you dear friend. Rosina xena465

hugo la rosa

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Xena:

Thank you for the stars and the nomination for spotlight. Yes it took me a long time to write a poem. I'm here again and I expect to continue. I've been occupied in writing a longer work of fiction. I hope it comes better than whatever I wrote before. The thing is that I've been reading books about writing, editing and dialogue, because it happens that I knew little about it. I'm still learning. Thank you again. I'll go check Lyz's work. Sincerely, Hugo

lyz

16 years 1 month ago

Wow

I could see through your eyes. Powerful yet gentle. Loved it Hugo. Well worded. Love to you and yours. Lyz. XX

hugo la rosa

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Lyz:

Thank you. I'm glad you liked this poem. I see you've been out of Neopoet's sight for quite some time. I hope you keep writing, you are doing it very well. God bless! Sincerely, Hugo

lyz

16 years 1 month ago

Thanks

and you take heed, I also want to see more like this gracing the pages. Love to all. XX

loved

16 years 1 month ago

five stars hurray

your poem has earned more five stars than i shall in a life time you poetry is marvellous but theres only a small suggestion only perhaps if you could curtail a bit and hack of/off a tail somehow many more stars shall come your way and an opportunity of distinction will wash off trails just a suggestion from a non poet i hope i haven't gone off the rail loved loved

hugo la rosa

16 years 1 month ago

Hi, Loved:

Thank you very much for the suggestion. I haven't even thought of that. Yea, I believe you are right, and I appreciate the trouble you took to write that nice comment. From now on I'm going to write shorter poems. Thank you again. Sincerely, Hugo

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

Can one decide beforehand on the length of a poem?

Maybe not shorter poems, this one, you know Hugo could be compacted a little as it is a kind of series of visions of a Spring garden after the Winter, and the lines could be a little longer making the whole slightly more compact, It doesn't have to cascade like a waterfall, or I don't know, it was just a passing thought! " There is no sign of a lawn but a look alike crumpled carpet, green beneath the swings where the winter past" I have a whole series of surreal photographs of things such as dandelions peeping over the edge of the dining room carpet there at the end of the old car-park, now used for the training of dogs! I have hundreds of them, slides and digital and am thinking of using them for something. Like the discarded doll I found in the woods the other day; the juxtaposition of man and nature fascinate me, and where you use these images as part of the evocation in a poem, I see the actual contrasts as I look each day at my own environment and am so entertained by the 'rubbish' in such unexpected places. I mentioned these things in the Greenhouse poem and a morning poem of mine earlier. Just a little chat with you Hugo and love this sunny snow-decked morning in Norwegian March winds, Ann. "Beware the Ides of March," hope you have nothing to beware Hugo?