my poem “no one’s world” #poetry #published poem #spillwords

i can hear the rifle firing
i’m trying not to think
i’m counting empty chairs in a small bar

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Dear Readers,
“on love gone wrong,” written by a marvelous Italian poet: Flavio Almerighi.
(from the volume Storm Petrel)
Please visit Flavio’s site here

@Gabriela Marie Milton

you, quest of lovers without love
your unrelenting islands beaten by the wind-blown sand
the sea
extends its waves beyond the singularity of night
the silk of clouds is looking for the sky
scales of reeds chime songs,
cries of those whose loves have sunk

I bathe in the aromatic rose of the moonlight
the night bathes in the foam of the blue waters
a bed sighs
the silhouettes of three carnations gossip on the floor
alienation
empty hearts expecting to be slaughtered

the sand receives me
in the distance a mast decides to flicker
the quest of lovers without love
on a wicker chair
a lonely glove

@Gabriela Marie Milton

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cemeteries
open tombs scream flesh and bone
yellow…

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My poem “marry me” published by KashmirPen Newspaper.

midnight suspends itself on a rock wall
the Hands of Fatima knit shades of blue over the valley
sounds, chirps of migratory birds
flutter of old keys hidden in lonely drawers
run with me and let’s get married
the forest speaks…

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@Gabriela Marie Milton

I am the voice of your past loves
resounding in your wildest fantasies
dressed in roses at the altar of your dreams
I am the one you’ve never had
my soul flows from the tears of the Nile
from the hands of children who still beg
through ruins, darkness, and deep pain
through wars which they will never understand
I am the last who will be saved
for I have sinned under the shadow of His cross
when Spanish fountains cry in the sunset
I am the Desdemona who you’ve never met
today Granada’s just the place
in which García Lorca once was killed
I am the feather of a gold macaw bird
and in the city where bells toll
I am the one whose cries you’ve never heard.

first published in STRAW #zine, London, October 2018

@Gabriela Marie Milton

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Reflection: I was born out of my own feelings, like wheat from the ground.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

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Vita Brevis Press, LLC will begin accepting submission for its first poetry anthology #poetry

Dear Readers,

A new opportunity for publishing your work.

Vita Brevis Press, LLC will begin accepting submission for its first poetry anthology in the fall. Continue reading here

Hugs to everyone

“Good morning Gabriela,
We want to congratulate you as we have selected your poem to be a featured piece on Spillwords.com,
On the day of publication – 7/6/19 at 3:30am Pacific Time (PT) – “atrocities” will be displayed in our FEATURED POSTS section on the front page.”

My most sincere thanks to the Spillwords editors for selecting my poem “atrocities” as a featured piece.

it rains atrocities on fields of love
predatory nights, barbed wire walls…

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Hugs to all my followers.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

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Thoughts: as long as they inhabit my mind, they are alive.
Yet too often they climb down on paper to meet their own death.
I guess I am responsible for that, am I not?

Excerpt from the manuscript “Glass Lovers”
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