Poemas de Adam Donaldson Powell

WHITE ROSES.

white roses lay neatly placed

upon the hardened snow —

just centimeters from where

the still-absent tombstone

will one day proudly loom

over wayward leaves, single

blades of grass and stalwart

perennials in rainbow shades.

the first tear drools, then

streams down my wind-burned

cheeks and others quickly

follow suit in search of

the meaning of life and death,

as well as other unanswered

mysteries prompted by your

almost coincidental passing.

friends urge me to go on

with my life and speak of

the treasure of memories and

shared experiences that have

made me the unique human

expression that I have become,

and which will further shape

the lives of others I touch.

but I believe in the worms

which industriously toil at

converting your precious bones

and ashes to fertile soil which

will nourish the flowers my

successors will one day plant

when I, quite coincidentally,

find the answers you now covet.

– Adam Donaldson Powell

Painting: Oil on canvas. “Photo booth”, 90 x 65 cm., oil on canvas is about the “old-style” selfie-taking … sitting in a photo booth and being photographed three times. I have attempted to duplicate the feeling of taking photos in a booth — all the same, yet slightly different — in order to capture the spontaneity, subjectivity and self-appraisal of The Moment. I also wanted to play with “graphics” in a painterly and semi-realistic way that explores the nakedNess of the experience of being trapped in a box, with little room or time to vary sitting position and expression.

THE DEVIL.

Beware.
The dark one
Lurks not in
The shadows,
And not amongst
Your friends
Or enemies.
Beware, for
His evil lies
Within you,
And eagerly
Awaits release
By descendents
Of Pandora.
Beware of
The road to
Inertia and ruin,
So carelessly
Littered with
Temptation and
Obsession.
Beware.
The self-centered
And worshippers
Of false splendor
Can expect
Little more than
Disappointment.
Yes. Beware
Of darkness ..
And beware
Of mirrors …
But most of all
Beware
Of the devil
That you are.

(Copyright Adam Donaldson Powell, excerpted from “The Magical Tarot”, “Collected poems and stories”, 2005.)

EL DIABLO.

Ojo.
El Oscuro
no reside en las sombras,
ni entre tus amigos
o enemigos.
Ojo.
Sus mentiras malvadas
cerca de ti,
ansiosas
esperan a ser liberadas
por los descendientes de
Pandora.
Ojo.
Con no caer en el
camino hacia la inercia
y la ruindad,
O a ser atacado brutalmente
por la tentación y la
obsesión.
Ojo.
Los egoístas
y los adoradores
de falsos esplendores
pueden esperar
poco más que
decepciones.
Sí, hay que tener ojo
ante la oscuridad …
Y ojo con los
espejos …
Pero más que nada
Ojo
Con el demonio
que eres tú.