Seeds on my Chin: and Selected Poems
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Part I - Watercolors
Brushstrokes that flutter between the obscure and clearly seen. A whimsical look at familiar surroundings, playing children, deserts and fragrant meals.
Part II - The P
Rudy Martinez
Rudy Martinez Jr. was born in San Antonio Texas and educated at The University of Texas at San Antonio. He has spent his career in accounting and business while writing poetry as a means of creative expression. This is his first collection of poems.
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Seeds on my Chin - Rudy Martinez
Part I – Watercolors
Seeds on My Chin
Clouds soak up the sunset above a pecan tree canopy,
people scattered in the back yard in pockets of shade,
beads of sweat on brow and amber tumblers of lemonade.
Uncle Lalo rolls the metal Coca Cola cooler
to the thickest collection of emerald green grass,
watermelons bobbing in a pool of water and ice.
Mom pulls the first victim from the tub,
Dad approaches the picnic table, machete in hand.
Laughter and wet sugar oscillate like a chorus
from the back porch to the swings by the garage.
Cousins spit seeds at the neighbor’s dog.
Stop that, the adults shout, annoyed by his bark,
chins lacquered with melon seed. The sun
slides to a different aspect, leaves us sticky
in shadows, gnarled rinds and mosquito bites.
Tag
Funny words, silly pictures.
sloppy floppy folly.
Kiss me. Kick me. Help me stand up.
Hands clench grass-green scented air.
Eyes mold red clay castles.
Shoulders wear cotton candy feathers.
Muscles quiver on the tenth episode
of ring-around-a-rosy.
Everyone falls down.
Young-lings giggle bubbles,
Undetected, like Mojave Desert showers.
like a fallen hackberry tree
in the Smoky Mountains.
October Breeze
Changing air arrives from next season’s smile;
it lilts and teases, suggests the road north
not south, play games, fight in the grass,
pull twigs from dead branches, click-clack on iron rails.
Heat tries to squelch the impulse.
Games the elixir of daydream desires.
To play tag, circle the playground,
to tickle, be tickled, laugh until red in the face,
goose bumps up and down each arm,
exhausted from the in and out gasps
required to stay in the game.
The plague of duty requires resolve
as leaves tumble across the parking lot,
an October breeze invitation.
Tortilla Therapy
Blue flames tickle the kettle-black comal.
A pale-yellow Tupperware™ bowl
pulled from the refrigerator, dollops of dough
pinched from a pasty colored mound.
My grandmother squeezes smooth balls,
centers them on a wax-paper sheet.
Her rolling pin christens ball after ball
in Crisco and flour dust, each perfect
circle stacked beside blue-fingered flames.
The running faucet wets her fingers;
drops sprinkled like holy water
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