POETRY

 

For many years, Ben has been writing rhymes and poems.  He began by calling them ditties but after exploring the accepted forms of poetry realized that his ditties were what the mainstream call limericks. From limericks Ben moved to Haiku and worked with the 5-7-5 syllable form to strengthen his composition and inspire short bursts of creativity.  Here are just a few of Ben’s efforts:

 

THE WINDS OF FALL

By

Ben Echeverria

November 1, 2016

The winds of fall have blown away my leaves,

my trunk remains, but

not flexible as before.

The root ball of life

nourished and alive,

its grip on the soil of my being

still solid.

Age has taken over the physical,

The mind works, but

not like in my youth.

I get down and can’t get up,

a call for help, and

she comes,

bad wrist, fixed shoulder,

failing, too.

An old couple of

age and mind,

Supporting each other

but never knowing,

when the end will come,

As it was in the beginning,

from the darkness of the womb,

And so, it ever shall be,

From the brightness of the day

Into the darkness

of the night.

Breath ceases,

the heart beats no more,

Life ends

and

prayerfully

begins anew

in

Heaven.

 

 

THE ROCK

By

Ben Echeverria

It sits on my desk as it did on my mother’s.

Face down, it is just another rock.

Face up, the cut side revealed,

it is testament to our Creator.

Blue encasement terminating in a white window,

surrounded by lava brown.

The lapidary’s tools, cutting and polishing,

revealing its inner majesty.

Born with the earth long ago,

a window to eternity.

The Rock-resized

 

TURTLES

by

Ben Echeverria

I wonder if turtles wear girdles?

To keep them in place when they move?

And I wonder if inside their hard shells,

Tiny straps are suspended in groves?

 

I marvel at the ground that they cover,

As they move slowly along on their way,

And I wonder if their steady progress

Is because they don’t stop much to play?

 

They swim without fear of the water

With head extended out far,

But when they go out on the hard street,

They’re at risk of being hit by a car.

 

A turtle’s a very serious creature,

All tucked up tight in his shell,

Just remember his race with the rabbit,

When he beat the poor bunny, quite well.

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