D.I.S.A. CAMPAIGN
ECUADOR
- POETRY -

Ada Medina
Allyn Caravaglia
Anjana Basu
Annette Marie Hyder
Brian d'Arcy
César M. Morales
Claude Chuzel
Craig MacFarlane
Debjani Chatterjee
Durlabh Singh
Evelyn Cortez-Davis
Gene Keller
Gino D'Artali
Job Degenaar
Liza Di Georgina
Michaela A. Gabriel
Susan V. d'Artali
Tamara Lai
Usha Kishore
Zaida Lysle



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Heart Mirages
By Allyn Garavaglia © - USA

Silence seduces the conscience
through the cracked door

Beneath the skin,
shutters drawn-
The disquiet of still anthems
of feudal castles and lords
swim, like dust ...

Heart and bones
lay gathered in a small
glass book, the mirror
hung and clung to nails
that pierce
the hide of a creature
called home

Extinct to the small pair
of eyes trying to recognize
itself- At the end of day

Twilight-
Purple and black, swelling
and spreading
Swallowing the golden day
from the earth and sky

Summerday memories
plucked like petals from wild daisies-
"Tonight I am good ...
Tonight I am alive" ...

Coiled into those bitter-sweet magical chains
Spells of love, survival and fear
And what other devotions will hold fast through the
night

To disappear into God's country ...

Beneath the skin,
shutters drawn-
The quiet and still anthems
of feudal castles and lords
still a'rest, like mortal dust ...

Heart and bones
lay gathered in small
glass books, the mirror
hung and clung to nails
that pierce
the hide of a creature
called home

Extinct to the small pair
of eyes trying to recognize
itself- At the end of day

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Rainbows In Limbo
By Allyn Garavaglia © - USA

A withering disease smolders
underground, the common cloth of day
and the heart its own daily bread

Searching through gray skies,
the thought of rain brings
rainbows to the child's mind

Hope, the promises
of a golden tomorrow world
where the earth won't be so hard

And brittle deep, cracking
beneath a pair of over-sized boots
walking over memories
that were never his own

To keep the promises
of a golden tomorrow world
where the earth won't be so hard

Searching through gray heavens,
the drop of rain brings
the thought of rainbows

To a withering disease smoldering
underground, within the common cloth of day
and the heart its own daily bread.