Nature

New Chapbook Draft

/ Daniel Pereyra

Finished working on a new chapbook draft as I continue editing what I hope will be a full length collection. Here are some poems from the new project.

prologue

                                        i

                                                            am

                                                                                                     a

                                                            leaf

                                                                                                                      in

                                                                             the

                                                                                                                                                wind


                    no

                                        less

                                                                                                           fearful

                                                                                                                                           no

                                                                                           less

                                              exuberant

 

VI (with eyes closed)

eyes closed.
there, in the world around you
a leaf floating
caught in deep currents.
willfully entangled
with opportunity in every push
from the unseen. you
break, again, the surface
and see.

 

IX (today)

there are those days
when I am a pillar,
a column; a statue.

          unmovable.

and others when i
am simply lost to the wind.

perhaps today is
one of those days
where the most solid

          thing about me is my
ability to be moved
by the breeze.

New Full Length Poetry Book!

/ Daniel Pereyra

Incredibly excited to announce my first full length poetry book, “How I learned to Learn New Things” from Finishing Line Press! It’s a family friendly collection about children, spouses, and the effects of nature on a life-long city boy.
 
Buy your copies online on Amazon, Barnes & Nobles, or directly from Finishing Line Press.
 
Enjoy a few poems from the collection!
 

sunday morning pondering

i am wondering
who moved that chair to the space
just besides the door
 

where i will certainly trip
over it;
 
my knees finding
the one corner on the chair
that doesn’t have cushion.
 
i am talented in that way –
that finds the hard points
in everything i walk by,
 
landing on my ass
with nary a lesson learned.
 

a discourse in self-awareness

there is this plant,
i think it may be a weed
but no one has told it,

reaching towards a laughing sun.
flat leaves dancing
in ambiguity.

it is living in my vegetable garden
between the tomatoes
and rosemary.

i feel like this weed —
an imposter. a conspirator,

lying besides the long-limbed
flowering tomato plants
lining the flower bed.

another song to dance to

spring rains linger
on the dry grass.

my feet are wet.

the flowers enjoy an
unscheduled drink,
shaking green fists at the sun,

and we stomp around the
yard so that mud sticks to
our soles.

you see,
when it rains in the desert
the vegetables sing!

and me without my shoes,
i can’t help but
dance in step to the tune.