Romella Kitchens

Rookie - 160 Points (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Rojos - Poem by Romella Kitchens

Night dies.
The oracular “if, ” the universe
before it.
The Mexicans make figures with
nails in them.

Exacting torment.

Red, I will remember you.
How you chased a white rooster through
the street.

The dust caked your shoes.
Then, the rooster disappeared, became
a ghost.

The ghost of hunger sleeping
on floors.
Houses without people in them, rents
too high.
Night stops breathing.
Cross yourself into daylight.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

When growing up Hispanic cultures were of interest to me.There is a pathos in many Hispanic folkloric which is relentless, truthful and wise. It reaches out from the mesa into the expressive mainstream but knows its origens. They became a part of my subliminal expression.

Comments about Rojos by Romella Kitchens

  • Gold Star - 56,091 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/16/2013 10:16:00 AM)

    night stops breathing. good write. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013

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