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Poetry: Lorraine Caputo

Lorraine Caputo
COLD MOON NIGHT

 

That midnight rain begins,

a soft scuttle across my roof,

 

rivulets streaming off the tejas,

rivulets flowing between cobblestones

 

of the narrow streets …

low fog slinks into the folds

 

of the jaguar valley, obscuring

the slopes of volcanoes & mountains,

 

obscuring the newly full moon,

a green comet, the stars

 

a rain soft,

a lullaby for this

 

Cold Moon Night …

***

 

 


 

NIGHT PULSE

 

yonder beyond

shadow

mountains silent

 

lightning pulsates

over

night-black jungle

***

 

 


 

THE STILLNESS

 

Tonight

there is

a

stillness

of light

 

Bright specks

marking

homes

& streets

do not

 

shimmer

 

The sole

movement

are

fireworks

shooting

 

skyward

marking

the

Virgen’s

feast days

***

 

 


 

THE HOUSE OF ONE THOUSAND WINDOWS

 

A hodge-podge house,

naked adobe

 

patched with white wash,

rambling, bare windows –

 

small or large panes or

mere slits – all facing

 

at many angles …

This casa sprouts

 

from the river’s banks

greened by willows

 

& elderberry.

***


 

THE WARNING

 

The temperature drops

          the wind picks up,

rumbles crumple

          over western mountains.

 

A warning of the

          cold rain to come

 

                    downpouring, pelting

                              upon empty holiday streets,

                    lightning flashing

                              outside my window

 

& thunder pounding

          upon this tin roof.

***

 

Biography

Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 300 journals on six continents, such as Prairie Schooner (US), Revista M├бquina Combinatoria (Ecuador), StepAway (UK), Erothanatos (India), Cordite Poetry Review (Australia) and Bakwa (Cameroon); and 20 collections of poetry – including On Gal├бpagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). She also pens travel pieces, with narratives appearing in the anthologies Drive: Women's True Stories from the Open Road (Seal Press) and Far Flung and Foreign (Lowestoft Chronicle Press), and articles and guidebooks. Her writing has been honored by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011) and nominated for the Best of the Net. She has done over 200 literary readings, from Alaska to the Patagonia. Ms Caputo journeys through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels at: www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com


Western Voices: Lorraine Caputo

Bio:
Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 150 journals in Canada, the US, Latin America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa; 12 chapbooks of poetry – including Caribbean Nights (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014), Notes from the Patagonia (dancing girl press, 2017) and the upcoming On Gal├бpagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019); and 18 anthologies. Caputo has done over 200 literary readings, from Alaska to the Patagonia. She travels through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.



MEDITATING A STORM


I hear the thunder
& before it
disappears
I stop, I still
my self,
telling Chang├│
I am here

It sounds like an aeroplane
flying so high, its roar
reverberating off the clouds

                        To what distant lands
                        shall I travel?
           
            My thoughts begin to stray
            the thunder rolls closer
            to my mind

It sounds like a battle
between celestial forces
tremendous blows,
nuclear explosions

                        What challenges
                        must I yet face?

It now rides off
into the distance

Catbird & other songs
fill this calmer morn
yet bathed
by the rain



PATAGONIAN NIGHT VOYAGE


In the waning
half-moon sky
stars slide
over the gently
undulating horizon
of the treeless
Patagonian plain
seeped by the deep chill
of this autumn night