Daniel Ospina

Daniel Ospina Dec 2015

Winter’s fingerprints
Dance as spirit crystals to
The tune of laughter.

Daniel Ospina Dec 2015

Laying upon the dust laden wasteland
The last man on Earth reminisces.
Bygone days like that of yellow sand
Riding the stale wind, his bare skin kisses.

Throat yearns for rivers that used to flow
Carrying fish with its mighty currents.
Earth’s green lungs blackened like the crow
Feasting on cadavers raining in torrents.

Phantoms of loved ones sustain his breath,
If only he’d spent more time with them.
He worked to live and lived to work to death,
Unaware how worthless were his gems.

Pursuit of happiness was man’s downfall,
For they sought it neglecting the essential.
Polluting, colluding until nothing was all,
Extracting the entirety of Earth’s potential.

War, famine, pestilence, typical ending.
If only the warnings were heeded,
And appreciation for nature’s tending,
Then maybe we’d have proceeded.

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
Now it is too late to right our wrongs.

#life #death #nature #earth #warning

Daniel Ospina Dec 2015

Animal Talk

That Elephant needs to shed some pounds
Said the Hippo to the Giraffe.
You’re right, and abnormally tall, indeed.
Did you hear that it bathes in mud?
Interjected the Bullfrog while savoring a fly,
What an absolute disgust.
I hear you,
Elephants these days lack class, incredible…
Exclaimed the Hippo as gas bubbles suddenly
Formed in the murky water behind it.
Funny thing is, despite its staggering size,
I hear it flinches at the mere sight of its shadow!
The trio burst with laughter, but was cut short
With a slight rustle of nearby grass.
EVERYONE RUNNNNNNN!
The trio fled for their lives.
A tiny field mouse emerged, amused.
Animals.

Daniel Ospina Dec 2015

Pillow

Ah, the contours of your head upon me,
Let me lull you with my soft touch.
Your thoughts trickle into my stuffing
Every night.
Please share with me your day;
There are no secrets between us,
As you whisper them to me.
I’m the basin for your emotions,
Absorbing your screams
Tears,
And laughter.
Fits of rage? I’ll be your enemy...
Pound away.
Hold me tight so I can comfort you.
I’ll be your companion whenever alone,
Projecting vivid dreams all night long.
I know you best.
Come lay your head and rest.

#alone #tears #hope #dreams #night #emotion

Daniel Ospina Dec 2015

The Living Canvas

The drip of water down the water spout
The parade of white fluffs drifting about
The ball of the pen skating across
The flow of ink calling the shots
The clack of heels on the tiled hall
The scurrying of a roach up the wall
The wail of a child sickened by chocolate
The scowl of the mother for such racket
The round of applause after a performance
The snores of the old couple sitting dormant
The ruffling of pages in a quiet library
The thundering chew of a red cranberry
The mourning of a family huddled at a wake
The birthday song sung as he blows on the cake
The flap of nestling wings on its first attempt
The hawk’s call during a sweeping steep descent
The pulsating green beep of heart monitors
The screech that follows when the beat falters
The smooch of lips upon an orange sunset
The ring of wedding bells they'll never forget
The Earth a rich and colorful place
The Earth a blue speck floating in space

Daniel Ospina Nov 2015

The Hunt

Blaring drumbeats of the heart
Cloud his ailing vision.
Legs are about to give in to
Steely eyes that feast on his
Fatigued body.
Stumbles on a pebble; feeble wrists
Snap as his hands kiss the jagged rocks.
The pack of rabid wolves approach,
Licking their lips with anticipation.
In a circle they go taunting, sneering,
Relishing at the sight of terror incarnate.
Why so savage?
Why prey on the innocent?
Why do your steely eyes long for my flesh?
A graceful angel hunted and persecuted
Regardless of his noble acts.
Don’t you know, ingenuous man?
It’s the law of the land.
He who is adored by many will be hunted
By the few
Vacuous minds subservient to envy
Who will not rest until
Your head is on a silver platter.
Don’t you know, ingenuous man?
It’s the law of the land.
Hunt or be hunted.
Resist and the demons shall flee.

Daniel Ospina Nov 2015

Lake Midnight

Come and wade with me in Lake Midnight,
Where fireflies join the stars,
Twinkling and glowing yellow warm light,
A swirl of reverie from afar.

Come be one with the water, still and sweet.
We are special guests here
To a concert of crickets, love songs they sing,
Which only you and I can hear.

Come dance with me among moon beams
Illuminating Lake Midnight.
Nature knows us very well, it seems,
Binding our hearts ever so tight.

Come and swim beneath the wild willows,
Watching our bodies become tangled
As we play with the midnight minnows,
Our laughter at a wrangle.

Come to Lake Midnight, where love is reborn,
Amends all that is torn, and makes new what is worn.