Audible Hor d’Oeuvres: Two Poems by Eloisa Perez-Lozano

By Eloisa Pérez-Lozano


My Turn to Read

Image credit Jan Mehlich

My concentration begins to wane
during the poet’s last stanza
not because I’m bored
but because I’m next.

My foot taps just a little faster
as I scan the poem, line by line
lingering over certain words
and making mental notes.

I hear my name hang in the air
followed by encouraging claps.
I rise from my chair and try not to trip
as head to the podium.

I look down at my typed-up thoughts
and realize they’re about to come alive
audible hors d’oeuvres for my audience
who waits to sample my soul.

I breathe in deeply, breathe out slowly,
swallow my nerves and fears
about not being worthy to read
and begin.


An Ode to Writing

penIt grabs you, shakes and stuns you
Then soothes, and lulls, caresses
You’re putty in its ink

Every page is packed
No room for fillers here
A world inside each word

Where even simple ones
Are bridges of meaning,
Leading to enlightenment

As you realize your soul
Soars, dives, and dances
To the beat of black on white.

Eloise Pérez-Lozano lives in Houston, Texas. She is a long-distance member of the Latino Writers Collective in Kansas City, and a member of the Gulf Coast Poets and The Poetry Society of Texas. Her poetry has been featured or is forthcoming in The Texas Observer, aaduna, Diverse Voices Quarterly, The Acentos Review, The Ofi Press, several poetry anthologies, and VONA’s Voices Against Racial Injustice: An Arts Forum, among others. You can like her page on Facebook and follow her on Twitter.


  1. Everyone has taste. Not everyone has good taste. Millions write poems. Not all of them are good poems. The difference is visible to all in these two poems. Perhaps they are not not the greatest ever, but they are very good representations of good taste and well expressed feelings. The words “audible hors d’oeuvres for my audience who waits to sample my soul,” call out to anyone who writes from the heart and sheepishly enters into the arena of showmanship and public life.

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  2. Reading these poems I thought of the last film directed by John Huston, The Dead. In it, a man is shown preparing his toast before a Christmas feast table of old friends. He wants to get it just right to honor the company and he is shown throughout the evening scanning his notes. The feelings evoked in his anticipation of sharing a glimpse of his soul is so similar to what is presented in these two poems. As with Ms. Perez-Lozano, ultimately, the orator is quite successful in expressing his thoughts with elegance and charm.


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