Felino A. Soriano- Three Poems

a selection from Fragmented Olio

from Bas-relief

I last looked at myself,

and you stated my rhythm was slow.  You wrote

my voice could use a smoothed

alteration. I refuse to listen and

the landscape of my syllables

obtained their rasp from the origin

of an acclimated fusion. 

A narrative of yesterday’s moment

A burning return.  A novice gratitude.  A totality

of swarm.  A dragonfly wears blurred suspension.

A self in my mirror rotates.  A hope is the configurative

tongue of pious acclimation.

I’ve ballad in the memory of home.

  To beg

-in is to

contain

     what curls

well in the language of nece

-ssary

          departure

                          of what only holds within

hallucinatory hands—

     the sedated speech      of contemporary reason

rotates and bends

within the benign aggregates

of confirmed synesthesia

Felino A. Soriano is a poet documenting coöccurrences.  His poetic language stems from exterior motivation of jazz and the belief in language’s unconstrained devotion to broaden understanding.  His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthologies.  Recent poetry collections include Forms, migrating, Of isolated limning, Mathematics, Espials, watching what invents perception, and Of these voices. He edits the online journal, Of/with: journal of immanent renditions. He lives in California with his wife and family and is a director of supported living and independent living programs providing supports to adults with developmental disabilities.  Visit felinoasoriano.info for more information.