fated cravings #poem #poetry

I was born under the salty light of underwater stars
when autumn leaves were burning
the neurotic passions of forgotten lovers
three fates surrounded my rosewood cradle
the Spinner threaded all my life from purple silk
her fingers soft  
her lips a nest of loving birds
the Allotter gave me the sensuality of painted nudes
the interruption of the sanctity of times when church bells toll
the Inevitable fated me with your aquatic soul
inside the smell of the fresh grass and dreams
I’ve learned to crave for your dark eyes
liked wisdom craves for ancient scrolls

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My piece “Sycophant” up at Free Verse Revolution #short prose #poetry #free verse

Dear Readers,

My piece “Sycophant” is now up at Free Verse Revolution.

It rains letters of your name. The name of a sycophant.
Poisoned waters gave birth to a worm. What? Are you …

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My apologies for not reading your blogs. I am currently dealing with a death in family. If you wish to comment, please do so on the Free Verse Revolution site.

Thank you.

G.

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Tombs #short prose #poetry

The significance of that which is locked in tombs: bones, skin, my father’s wedding band, jewelries, artifacts.
One hundred years from now – desecrating tombs – thieves will thrive on each piece of glitter they can find.
Yet the sole significance of a tomb is the love we bury inside it.
A tomb is a depository of physical treasures only for the blind.

Papá, I will always love you. 

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Adam’s sin #poem #poetry #published

a canary sings
nuptial interludes
your flesh pays its tribute to some other lovers
transitory birds
come and go like seasons
noisy V-shaped flocks
i sigh
then i listen to a monk who reads
from a book of psalms
rings sleep on my fingers
arabesque designs shiver on my skin
pastel sunsets whisper in the winter’s sheen

i walk through your dreams
soaked in poetry, baptized by your verses
your heart adorns my chest
(work of ancient minters)
your lips burn my rings, and with them my fingers
agonizing wings toll bells in the air
i go for your veins, my hands rip your shirt
everything’s a dream
at the edge of silence
mirrors sleep and grin

you’re forever mine!
do you think i joke?
wait!
here’s the silver coin which can get you off

ah,
that’s what i thought
you would never take it
in the lovers’ bed monasticism’s asleep
a cat purrs on my thigh
your eyes become my eyes
my skin tastes like sweet pie
see, why Adam was so keen to sin?
for hidden in deep waters
You is always I
even in a dream

Published by Spillwords on January 22, 2019

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Sunday Hues #Guest Post #in mind and out #poetry

An exceptional poem written by my fabulous friend Rachel. She blogs at [in mind and out]

My most sincere thanks to her for accepting to be my guest.

This afternoon wears my sadness
in her palest eyes of Sunday blues
she said she’s not a languid Friday,
with arms stretched out in forever
she is the …

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Who’s the God of an empty box? #short prose #flash fiction #poetry

 

I hope you do not expect me to greet you.

I do not greet takers and parasites. The sins of takers – who laugh in the faces of those who give – cannot be expiated.

Oh, you pray God! To whose God do you pray?

Who’s the God of an empty box?

Your actions are similar to those of others. Perhaps too similar.

Don’t confuse your emptiness with the majesty of death.

This August is too hot.

 

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Ancestral Night #short prose #poetry

The scales of the clouds gave me their blessings. Therefore, with my bare hands, I built my ship and I launched it into the sky.

Engine pumped by my blood. Sail hoisted by my soul. Deep inside the breath of the first ancestral night my eyes, hour glasses, measuring 30 seconds at the time.

The sky vanished. The axis mundi tilted.

I braved the galactic winds solely to find that thought of yours: your first thought when you set eyes upon me.

Lulled by the sighs of a suicidal piano, the time disappeared in another dimension.

The meaning of all things, never to be found only in one thing, spoke your thought:

“I want that woman to love me.”

Like a somnambule, inverted upon herself, or perhaps like a soldier who forgot the purpose of her battle, I turned my ship around, and I navigated toward you.

The second ancestral night.  

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my poem “feel me my love” will be published by Z Publishing House into their upcoming anthology #poem #poetry

Dear Readers,

My poem “feel me my love” will be published by Z Publishing House into their 2019 upcoming anthology.

Most editors and publishers contact me via this blog. My most sincere thanks to them and to you for your likes, comments, and views.

Here is a snippet from my poem:

between your spade
and the incandescence of the hurt bull
the blood and sweat of a forgotten afternoon

Hugs to everyone

Gabriela

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