Poetry Blog by Erika Montoya
A Girl on SWEET PLUMS (Mon, 1 Mar 2021 07:11 pm)
Years ago, I heard about a love endless
Were the times,
When love was sprouting
Songs was inviting to fall in love
unbelievable love stories were written
The war had over
Giving passed to unexpected coming backs.
She was an adorable woman
Worthy daughter of his dedicated professor
He was a handsome man and brilliant student,
She was sweet, lovely, ...
Tuesday 9th March 2021 3:18 pm
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
Once more time, the bar
Open its door to anyone
Discolored red walls
Announce, it had better times.
Protect who wants to be unnoticed
The possibility to forget
Invite to drink a bitter beer.
Loud Music, symphony of voices
Chatting and laughing,
Numb the minds
Suddenly nothing matters
Just the song playing.
Sunday 21st February 2021 12:02 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
Today is a day like any day
Just I feel more alone than any day
My family and old friends are far away
They built a world without me
A world with different rules
Rules and codes that I cannot understand anymore
My lover is here but his mind not
I suppose he feels the same loneliness than me
Just he is incapable to think about it
Instead, I am incapable to think in anothe...
Wednesday 27th January 2021 3:55 pm
Our land is sad
Most People have run away
Only seniors have stayed
To die under the marvelous sun,
Loved things are sad
Loved things were too heavy
To bring with us
Loved things have been forgotten
And Dust has covered them
Pets are sad
They were abandoned by their owners
In a hurry to escape
Owners are not hungry anymore
but pets have continued to be hungry...
Tuesday 15th December 2020 3:47 pm