Valencia #poem #poetry

a bird awakes the moon
a fish turns in my dreams
algae wrap around my wrists 
Valencia, I just saw you in his eyes
his skin is madness
made of sandalwood

the smell of autumn paves the way
loves lost on lonely cobbled streets
a shadow dances on the wall
a pen writes on a table by itself
on a deck
a sailor flips a coin
dreams,
dust of desiccated lands

impressions, fingers on the pillow
under a purple sky
dried wounds
Valencia,
this room is loneliness,
alienation,
and smells of sandalwood

@short-prose-fiction

image:  Tithi Luadthong; Shutterstock; [link]

98 thoughts on “Valencia #poem #poetry

      1. Oh, no, please do not think like this. We are all a blogging family here. We mostly have common goals. I respect everyone and I hope to make as many friends as I can.
        So, are we friends?

    1. Thank you so much, sweetheart. Yesterday I was glad to see you posted. I hope everything is going well.

      1. So sweet of you to be concerned dear! Too many social commitments are keeping me away from blogging right now. Hopefully in a fortnight things will ease. Your love and hugs mean a lot. Hugs to you too!

  1. So much lovely sound by a pure soul.”..the smell of autumn paves the way,love lost on lonely cobbled streets….”beautiful imagination.”…this room is lonellieness,alienation and smell of sandalwood”.remarkable piece like a soliloqy in amazing metaphorical way with lovely Valencia.gorgeous.dear G!! Last four lines are most favourite for me🌷

    1. Thank you so much sweetheart ❤️ Are you on IG? I am thinking about going on IG in January so if you are can you let me know what you IG is?

    1. Eric, you are so kind. Thank you very much.
      I still don’t know what’s the mystery of an English gentlemen? 🙂

  2. I am transported to this room, of loneliness, alienation, the smell of sandalwood , the madness of his skin. A room where everything is so filled with emotion, so tangible, but out of reach, the overall effect of longing magnified and heart wrenching.
    “A shadow dances on the wall”
    I sighed
    “A pen writes on a table by itself”
    I sighed again.

    This is a poem I wish to inhale, breathe in the air of the words, and physically touch the beauty of them. The wounds may be dried, but the imprints of fingers on a pillow remain.

    You have filled me with emotion. Breathtaking poetry dear friend. 😘🌸🌟💝❤️

    1. My Dearest Rachel,
      I am so sorry for my late reply. I did not see your beautiful comments until now.
      “This is a poem I wish to inhale, breathe in the air of the words, and physically touch the beauty of them.” Your words touch my heat deeply. I am so humbled by them. I am grateful to you beyond words.
      “You have filled me with emotion.” So did you, Rachel. And it goes deeper than that.
      I hope your are having a marvelous week.
      Love, chocolates, hugs and plenty of gratitude.
      xoxo

    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful words Megha. I just got up. I am getting ready to read everyone’s post 🙂
      Have a fabulous week.

    1. Thank you for your reading and for your beautiful words. I thought you probably spent more time on IG. I will join in January. That’s my plan 🙂
      xoxo
      xoxo

      1. I join the Nano to continue my novel I started last July, dear G. I sacrificed social media for now. I am not spending much time on IG.

      2. Thank you, dear G. I stopped writing it because I got burned out. I’m back on track but a little slow. The good thing is I’m writing every day.

      3. I am glad you are writing every day, Winnie. That is fabulous. I am so burned out that probably I have to stop now.
        Good luck with everything sweetheart. And as I said please keep me posted.
        xoxo

  3. Just found this jewel of a poem! How can I not love a poem so intense and which conjures such vivid images and that takes you to the smells of sandalwood…these verses are incredibly beautiful:
    “…loves lost on lonely cobbled streets
    a shadow dances on the wall…”
    The ancient cobbled streets of Ciutat Vella, where so many shadows pass before me,
    some dance under the glow of candlelight,
    others seek the darkness of the night…
    Gabriela you write beautiful things in such a beautiful way…
    Love it!
    A big hug from my Valencia,
    F.

    1. Really? I do not remember if I followed you first or you followed me. I do not remember who found whom first but I remember thinking it must have been that poem that brought you to my site. How wrong I was. How wrong our perceptions are. At least mine 🙂

      Francisco, I am glad you found the poem and you liked it. I am actually thrilled. However, it needs work. it’s just a draft. I plan to work on and really make it beautiful.

      “The ancient cobbled streets of Ciutat Vella, where so many shadows pass before me,
      some dance under the glow of candlelight,
      others seek the darkness of the night…” Gorgeous.

      Do you want to give it a shot? Rewrite the poem when you have time or you feel inspired. Make it really passionate and beautiful. If you do that inspiration is my gift to you matador. If you don’t you are still one on my best friends.
      Gracias de todo corazón. Eres un buen amigo.
      Gabriela

      1. Really, I found the poem to be quite beautiful and did not think of it as a draft to be worked on but you are the poet and I respect that one hundred percent and I learn from your words and from your work. While reading your line those little lines came to my head and sort of forced my fingers on the keyboard of the portable to write them. That is what I mean about inspiration! Yes, I would love to give it a shot as you have suggested…and you are one of my best friends too!
        Dos besos, uno por mejilla, como hacemos en Espanya,
        F.

      2. “But you are the poet” You’re sweet. You’re darling. You made me smile. I am not The Poet. I don’t think I am even a poet, Francisco, I have no idea what I am doing. I love poetry, I love arts, I let myself feel, and sometimes if I am lucky I even now how I feel. I surprise myself from time to time 🙂
        ” I learn from your words and from your work.” I am so grateful for your words but there is nothing you can learn from me. You are way ahead of me. You are a true artist.

        “While reading your line those little lines came to my head and sort of forced my fingers on the keyboard of the portable to write them. That is what I mean about inspiration!” I’ll take the credit for that. That makes me really happy 🙂
        “Yes, I would love to give it a shot as you have suggested” My happiness will know no limits. Do it when you have time. Do it when you feel like. Do it if you feel like.
        un beso para tu alma
        Thank you for everything.
        G.

      3. Thank you! We all have “sensibilidad artística” but not all develop it or express it the same. You are an artist, a poet and a person with great “sensibilidad” and the beauty of your soul is seen in your lovely words. Thank you for your words, as I always tell you, they mean very much to me because I know they are true. I am very happy, thrilled to have met you!!!
        Que disfrutes de este bello día, y que te sientas llena de pasión y creatividad,
        Un gran abrazo 💚,
        Francisco

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