My Dear Readers,
Thank you for your appreciation, support, and the love you showed me in 2018. They meant the world to me.
I wish you a wonderful and blessed New Year! May you be happy and “may you stay forever young”!
I will see you in 2019!
Until then here is my most viewed 2018 poem:
when clocks announce mid-night
and lovers fall into a mystic scented sleep
run with me and let’s get married
in the blue forest of my dreams
let’s walk barefoot in the middle of the glen
look, frantic butterflies entangle in my hair
whispering fresh daisies drape my body
green leaves dress quietly your naked shoulders
the moon sets our altar among trees
crickets sing the symphony of love
like church choirs in the dusk
steel a star and set it on my finger
on the cobweb of yellowish moon rays
tree sap seals our union forever
your soul starts flowing into mine
let’s not move until the morning
when we will witness our bodies
merging into a fascinating cosmic tree
The waves found me laying alone on that dark faraway beach, Miguel’s Maria de Guadalupe medallion broken in my right palm, my face bruised by tears and scratched by humid sand, waiting for the miracle of Christmas to heal my never-ending pain.
I am delighted that my poem “come back to me” was included in the anthology: America’s Emerging Poets 2018 Southeast Region (Z Publishing House, December 13, 2018).
The anthology is available on Amazon
The publishing house contacted me and asked me to submit my poetry.
Thanks to each and one of you for your support. Your likes and comments made the discovery of my poems possible.
Here is a short excerpt from “come back to me”
“for you i’ll stop the ebb and flow
i’ll make the sun to set on eastern temples
i will transform my body in a flame
in moonless nights like shooting stars
your hidden passions …
we’ll wait in silence for the skies to open
the waves will build an altar on the ocean
gold fish will crown my head like precious diamonds…”
Very grateful to Brian Geiger – the editor of Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine – for publishing my poem “love letters” in his magazine.
i am looking over your love letters
my hands are shaking
winds are trying
to take them away from me
into the depths of the roiling ocean
i am fighting the winds…
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@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)
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Memories of a humid summer, dripping with love, when you finished your book.
In the night red wax trickles over a torn page that says, “for you- whose love fills my life with joy and makes all things possible.”
My arms ache.
I try to pull you back from a memory abyss filled with pain.
Can I still make all things possible?
The walls stay silent.