
love blossoms from the well of one’s soul
river formed glaciers
as the sun said its goodnight
a frigid evening.
©2018 Liza Morales
watch this garden flourish from my soul
seedlings of love embedded in a hole
that’s where magic begins to germinate
and roots of fortitude strive to navigate
like encircling vines that wrap a pole
nurturing the core is my daily goal
and letting go what’s beyond my control
allowing the self to ultimately elevate
..watch this garden flourish
I’ll continue to recover what my demons stole
they tried so hard from keeping me whole
but a soul like mine is not meant to dissipate
stems are strengthened and start to regenerate
to negate everything that’s been a toll
..watch this garden flourish.
©2016 Liza Morales
(Rondeau poetry)
unarmed Puerto Ricans, clubbed and shot raw
on Palm Sunday, nineteen thirty seven
blood-covered Ponce, in a screeching caw
unarmed Puerto Ricans, clubbed and shot raw
Since when is a peaceful march against the law?
bludgeoning nineteen people to heaven
unarmed Puerto Ricans, clubbed and shot raw
on Palm Sunday, nineteen thirty seven.
©2016 Liza Morales
(Triolet poetry)
[Photo captured by Carlos Torres Morales on March 21, 1937 and published in El Impartial on April 1, 1937]