Approbations 212 by Felino Soriano

—after Dexter Gordon’s Don’t Explain

A whisper untangles,
as if each worded infant
crawls toward relevant freedom.
The dark is outward, a mother’s
hold, violently in love
until aged enough, child,
roams into existential awareness,
free.

A local voice, dreaming portion
resting—holding onto juxtaposed
concepts: bury, run, the irony
alive burns trails but
bruises only half of a loving,
distant expedition.



Felino Soriano, California, USA

Tongue by Felino Soriano

After what language holds inside its
many hands,
clenching, as in the diving attribute
of beautified dolphins,
slicing stilled portions of elongated light—
language, the blossoming translucent or
opaque obscurity, the concrete versus abstract
ability to delineate listening from the messengers
of nonchalance—

language dances the twirl
dialect within dialectic verbal observations
whom the philosophical debate while dueling
amid the running wind of
conversational balances.


Felino Soriano, California, USA

City Tableau #15 - Felino Soriano

The systematic lake rippled towards dying grass,
an attempt to rectify the connection of once holding hands.
Above the quasi sentimental scene between
color wheel representation, oil brown, thick oak
branches hang in a language of obscurity.
Wind shifts its silence into vernacular of discontent,
shaking the branches into intelligible voices of
releasing myriad of birds.
Asymmetrical variations of
avifauna assume varied positional chance,
just as the wind untangles the fingers of the apologetic
lake and dying grass, whose meeting symbolizes
regret and disillusioned disappearance.


Felino Soriano, California, USA

Vagabond's Vision 30 by Felino Soriano

Prior to my wandering life,
I traveled through myriad of ornamental
gatherings, wearing cloaks of misery
involving fooling those wearing horizontal
X-shaped ties, socializing with reprobates
who behind facetious smiles,
faces resembled broken façades.
Today a bat wearing black and
peculiar moments of wanting
to converse grazed the shoulder
of a naked moment.
We braided thick and
specialized glances before
an on comer caused sudden disappearance,
death to our visual conversation.
As the black flashing bat vanished,
night cloaked me with long
strands of light weight webs,
but this night did not involve
fooling.

Felino Soriano, California, USA

Vagabonds Vision 29 by Felino Soriano

Soaked by sunlight, antithetical
to last night's downpour of
slanting, descending, silvery rain.
I prefer this day's disposition,
its rays of multilingual hands of
drying day long arduous work.
Muttering toward myself
a language of content,
dragonfly swoops within
view to attract my eyes and
obtain serenity's circular shape
of illusion, interaction
with turquoise impression.


Felino Soriano, California, USA