no one’s world #poetry

i can hear the rifle firing

i’m trying not to think

i’m counting empty chairs in a small bar

the polish on my nails is red

my lipstick must be red

i don’t have a mirror

the rifle fires again

i can hear the screams of children

i can hear the screams of brides

it smells anesthetic

death sounds like newborns

 

bartenders polish glasses

I’m trying to remember where exactly

i belong…

 

in no one’s world…

lamentations tear at my soul

the hunger games are heating up

and your coffee’s getting cold.

 

67 thoughts on “no one’s world #poetry

  1. it is difficult to comment on these poems. very hard. after this line “death sounds like newborns” my desire is to repeat “i belong …
    in no one’s world … “

     
  2. The hunger games heating up followed by your coffee’s getting cold; a delicious play of words with opposing actions. Of all of the things you have written this is one of the most powerful. So many great images and strong
    lines in this one. The violence and screams of children and brides offset by the lamentations and loneliness inside this bar of empty chairs. Even in her thoughts, the narrator discussed the “red” nails and possible lipstick a reminder of the blood even in this quiet bar. This was awesome. I had to read it a few times. I certainly hope she finds where “I belong.” That probably being the most telling line of all. Bravo Amiga.

     
    1. Good morning to you, my dear friend, and thank you for taking the time to write such a thoughtful comment. I really appreciate it. What can I say? You read me perfectly here. Gracias!

      On a more positive note, I hope you had your Bustelo warm 🙂

      ten un dia delicioso!

       
      1. Gracias. Good morning. Yes, I got up late. So, I read this drinking my warm Bustelo. Thus, your finale made me smile. Espero que tengas un día maravilloso. Y por favor, siempre mantente inspirado.

         
  3. Your choice of words today is dynamite! My two fave lines are “death sounds like newborns” and “the hunger games are heating up/and your coffee is getting cold.” WOWEE!!! 🌟

     
    1. Thank you sooooo much, my lovely friend! Your comment means a lot to me! Have a great day, K!

       
  4. You are awesome on writing this. It’s gripping. You my dear are a best seller. Looks like I missed a lot of your posts.

     
      1. Thank you for your question. I do not live in Nicaragua . My poem is just my way of supporting people in need.

         
  5. I like the different images you manage to bring into our minds, the suspense of what might transpiring and all this are conveyed to us through your senses (sight, smell and hearing)… Beautiful piece

     
    1. You are showering me with compliments. I am so grateful to you for reading and commenting. Thank you!

       
  6. An evocative and captivating read. I couldn’t turn away and my coffee did get cold. The Lonely Author sent me over and I’m truly glad he did.

     
    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, and for following my blog. I am very grateful to Drew, and very glad you are you here. As for your coffee … 🙂

       
      1. Ah yes, Alexandra Dragana my hopeful finis coronat opus. I draw inspiration from the great works I find on your blog and other exceptional artists.

         
      2. Thank you very much for the compliment! It means a lot to me! I was tired last night. I meant to ask another question 🙂 Anyway. looking forward to reading your work.

         

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