FIG AND SALT

What more you want child?

We have fig and salt

To last a lifetime

You could even squeeze

Ah lil lime

For flavor

But don’t take no favours

From the neighbors

We could bear this grind

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI

SWEAT ME A FLOOD

Cry me a river

Sweat me a flood

Lend me a dinghy,

please

To escape this mud

That flows through

my Big Blood

And covers Greenvilles

of Bamboo

in Caroni, Cumuto

and Kelly too

Where are 

those lifeguards?

Where are the floats?

Where are the heroes

To throw me a rope

Or paddle a boat

Through these murky waters

Which contaminate

My aspirations 

to navigate

This situation

and  escape

This cesspool 

of hate or pride

In this nation

Which voids empathy

Refuses charity and denies

And   debates my need

For necessities

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI

BRIDGE

I’m on this bridge

Looking at the water

As it holds

the current tight

I’ve been here for years

Piercing the river

With my stares

And the water shows

deep emotions

Truest reactions

Rising and Falling

Oh how it keeps moving

From rough to calm

To rough again

From day to night

To  night again

Over the reflection

Of who I am

On this bridge

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick