Monday, March 8, 2010

Guitar Man

His fingers worked their magic
on the instrument as he played
enticing every sense
as my body loosely swayed

His fingers strummed
that familiar tune
as never played before
each note made my soul
cry inwardly out for more

His fingers generous to the touch
of the strings sound appealing
memories delighted
as nostalgia is heightened
awake to such a feeling

His fingers slowed as I applaud
the melody in its closing
never did I know that a song long ago
stir my emotions true revealing

Copyright 2010 Marissa A. Rojas Correia

I Haiti

Judge not who I am
More than has been told
From books and history
Real blood flows from
My people’s agony….I Haiti

In bondage I was ignored
Evil called unto thee
Look beyond the hate and past
My people lost….I Haiti

Screams of Loss
Bodies dead
Children bawling for empty
Bellies to be fed
Mothers’ wail from what they see
My people cry….I Haiti

Lessons from this you
Take heed from me
From God we must not stray
As time would heal as
My people kneel and pray…I Haiti

Copyright 2010 Marissa A. Rojas Correia