Poetry Blogs (2021, nostalgic)
My loved Brother
Today, in the middle of my weekly shopping
Between bananas and tomatoes
I found red plums.
The noise around me
My mind traveled 24 years ago,
To our small city,
so distant that looks like another life.
Each month we used to buy
two plums and one sweetened milk,
our monthly rewards
nobody except you, can under...
Monday 1st March 2021 6:57 pm
This winter afternoon
Everything is calm
Everything is silence around me
I only listen to my thoughts
And the inevitable noise
coming from the heater.
I am sitting, staring at nothing
Deep wounds bleed again
Hard times come to me
Long sleepless nights
Sad and old songs
Therapies, books, movies and...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 2:32 pm
There was a house on my memory
It was my grandmother’s house
Special and humble Refuge
Where siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends
found cold water, warm food and hot coffee.
The house was big and unfinished
Witness of a better and unknown past
Reminder of happy times
When we used to dream
in the same time zone.
I remember smells, sounds and flavors
Tuesday 9th February 2021 9:24 pm
Burned out, hidden from the crowds inside of stranger's minds,
there are things to be found
in a time after time...after time.
not always you can read the last memories
inside of the universe book,
you always share what it takes
but now it gets more than you took.
Nothing left to be undermined,
simple, eternal, contagious,
chasing ashes from those emp...
Friday 16th August 2019 5:33 pm
Are the essence of a highschool choir
That sings often the sounds of Queen in the style of acapella
But also the rolling notes of Ezekiel Saw the Wheel
And the thumping heart of Elijah Rock.
How Can I Keep From Singing
When piano pushed
And the opening notes gently pulled in, to meet a booming brillance
My life goes on in endless song
And I recall the disconnect...
Friday 8th December 2017 8:20 pm
I guess I'm older now, though I'm not sure it means as much as it used to. Now it just means death is closer when it used to mean my life was over and once it meant it had almost begun. Age is something I'm learning to ignore. A useless outward ticking off of calendar days. There are benefits of the mind that accent the yang of the process, and I like my stripe of grey. I think I'm handling it ...
Saturday 16th September 2017 5:12 am