Roger Humes is a poet and a computer graphic artist.
He is the Director of The Other Voices International Project,
a cyber-anthology of world poetry residing at www.othervoicespoetry.org,
and the International Poetry Editor for
Harvest International, an annual arts and literature magazine produced by the California State Polytechnic
University, Pomona.
He lives in Claremont, California.
His book
There sings no bird is available at www.lulu.com/electrato.
(Bio current as of July, 2006)
After
After we connected
with the echo of the gospels, broken hymns Arabic thought
after we weaved the finest of tapestries, the holy spirit, Attar’s flock of birds
shattered the illusion of self-portrait, silence was never an option, the history of my wounds
mirrored the pain of your self-inflicted cry, and my voice broke its fast to tell you
the moment I began to love you was when your poems made me realize
what happened before
didn’t belong to us.
Copyright © Roger Humes
The Night I Started Traveling
The night I started traveling
in my mind you came to the door,
suitcase of memories in hand,
to offer me the compass of your heart
as a roadmap to trace the love
that had always existed between us.
The night I started traveling
in my words you came to the window,
lamp of possibilities in hand,
to offer me the vista of your heart
as a ribbon to bookmark the love
that had always existed between us.
The night I started traveling
in my dreams you came to my bed,
cup of passion in hand,
to offer me the passage of your heart
as a comforter to swathe the love
that had always existed between us.
The night I started traveling…
Copyright © Roger Humes
Since Before I Read Your Poems
Since before I read your poems
I have loved you,
since before I found your soul
repeating my thoughts
prior to when I uttered them
I have loved you,
since before your face
walked the depths of my heart
I have loved you.
I have loved you before our time was born, I have loved you before the sky was formed,
I have loved you before the stars settled into the universe and found at last their names.
I have loved you before either of us knew of love, I have loved you before you were aware of our connection,
I loved you before when silence was the only companion who shared the journey of my days.
So ask me not what this moment brings
when you cross my thoughts
with a slight smile played
upon the fingers of my words,
ask me not for this is an instant
where all that is required of us is to listen to the sound
of Solomon’s harbinger wafting idly the wings of Sheba's dreams
while your reflection observes in the teacups of my existence
an offer of the surety that at such a time a breeze breaks
the most sardonic of quiets
with the whisper “I have loved you…”
Copyright © Roger Humes
Journey
One last breath before the tyrant of the fleeting dreams gives way to the white sleeves of the morning
where the far-away call of the storied thunder dances across the restrained plaintive pleas of life
calling you distant to the restless wings beneath your feet that are the only true home you have ever known.
If I could offer you shelter for this moment, if I could offer a land where to catch your breath,
perhaps you might find a love fulfilled for an instant before you return to that unknown country
where beneath the restless rumors of your heart lies the only true home you have ever known.
Copyright © Roger Humes
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