Las flores llueven ensimismadas naranjas y turquesas sobre reflejos. Finales de verano. Los círculos se cierran personas que vuelven sueños que cabecean una brisa fría advierte de viejos conocidos. Abro una libreta nueva que se llena de cobalto y marino. Recojo los mares que nos quedan rotos en pedazos mosaicos de mil cielos serán puentes…
Category: poems
Driven 23
I find my path blind in the weight of the messy wilderness I chase the caress of the sunlight. A thread stabbed into my core pins me down to life through and to and through to you.
“Welcome” dice
¿Era una despedida todo lo que quería de mí, o era tal vez algo más, un hecho que cambiara el transcurso de nuestras vidas, un momento que eclipsara todos los demás, un cataclismo que llegara a los oídos de todas nuestras gentes? No había en mí esa voluntad. Yo quise hacer lo que me era…
Today’s aftertaste
You and I have seen each other; this is not the first time and yet – here it happens, a chance meeting of the eye and now everything’s different – it begins the story I wasn’t expecting we see each other – I hope. I wasn’t seeking you, I could not anticipate it would be…
A single love
A single love I yearn for those promising afternoons sunny golden skies drinking from your eyes the poetry I so have always grown towards.
Hurricanes
I write because I know of the butterfly effect, but I don’t know which butterfly will fly first.
No escape from You
Get into my bodyas a televised fear.Take up all the roomand don’t let me brood. I’ll follow and wanderpast all mental confines.I’ll stretch beyond the windows,I’ll smash the statues of time.I’ll rip the scarlet scroll,I’ll face the fate of my blindfold. Get in tonight and rise at dawnto leave me in silence nevermore.Relinquishing peace and…
Trapped decays
About my experience of the pandemic… It has been monthsnew seasons bornand left behind us. There are whispers nowrustling outside the windowI’m dreaming from. There is no capture ofthe tasty food waitingwhile I search for my angleto trap the peace foreverto seal those times I’d liketo treasure. It has been monthsand I have been gone.There’s…
Towering
I’m broken, I hear. I see the cracksfrom the base up, each beating deeperit reaches, rain is falling in,blood getting dry. I’m broken, saysthe voice. I trace the edgesat times I stop,I want to feel more.I see the crevicesand I raise them. I’m hurt and I know it. I shake, pieces fall off.An earthquake, drum…
Blistered hearts
blistered heartsdon’t fear just hurtstraddles don’t look like usroaming in the dustwe just have blisteredwild hungry hearts fires on the horizonconsume our nightstucked in by secret desireswe wish not to see the lightbut crave what we deserve to haveand thenwe calm your restless mind but these blistered heartsthey’ve got dreamsand they work hardwe come to…