Poems from Annette M Velasquez
Childless, the lineage ends
with me-
poet,
my only legacy-
mere
words.
And the older I've become
the more my ancestry-
the tracing of my...
Waterman,
Dutch liner
on which you made your passage-
Father,
smiling from the gangplank
hand raised, waving at your friend's
camera...
and...
Had I the voice-
( the opportunity of course)
and belonged to another era...
to have become a torch
singer,
melancholy,
pathos my song-
a...
And what fault, mine
that my thoughts
form poetry
and this,
from
childhood onward?
That they've served as a shield,
a comforting cloak
warm...
Like a phoenix rising-
my renewal too,
was born of ash.
It was a turning
of the tables
where my would-be destruction
seeded
ressurection....