Poem – Poetic Prose
You knew where the world began. I will find too. I will drown in the sea where olive trees end, and Rimbaud’s atrocious sunsets start. I will become the forget-me-not of the waters.
Do you remember when there were 14 days in a week, all of them Sundays?
My blood, first thought to be of a certain type. Now classified differently. In the entire world there is only a very small number of people that have the same type of blood as I do. It must be a mistake. Can we start over?
Sweet love don’t cry.
The 15th day of the week will be the day of mirth. Yellow laughter and photographs stretched from my soul to the ledge of the windows.
featured image: Claude Monet – Water Lilies
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Gabriela Marie Milton
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78 thoughts on “Gabriela Marie Milton – poem – poetic prose”
Beautiful, as always.
Thank you so much David. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.
I am not yet on the level to understand this yet. But I have to admit, this has a beautiful feel to it.
Thank you so much for your kind comment Sanjeet.
Beautiful and intense! ❤️ Have a wonderful Sunday, dearest Gabriela! xoxo
Hi Bianca, thank you so much. I am glad you liked the piece. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday hon. Sending love.
Thank you, dearest Gabriela! Sending love!
Gabriela, this is so beautiful and sad… such optimism and hope! Gorgeous images. Loved it.
Hi Patrick, thank you for reading and thank you for your beautiful words. Cheers my friend. I saw you posted a gorgeous poem on Twitter. I’ll be there soon.
Let’s see… 🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹🍀😊
Thank you Tim. Sending hugs to the entire family.
A wonderful poem, Gabriela. I love your poetic prose as much as your poetry.
Thank you Diana. It means so much to me. Have a wonderful Sunday.
I just love this line: I will become the forget-me-not of the waters. Melancholy, yet it brings peace.
Thank you so much Heather. I am so glad you enjoyed that.
You are most welcome.
Thank you so much Joseph.
Wonderful poem dear! xoxo 🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹
Thank you so much sweet Ely. Sending a huge hug!
Huge hugs to you too dearest Gabriela, much love!! 🥰🌹❤️🥰🌹❤️
Thank you hon.
I remember because I never forget a Sunday… lovely words and a profound question in the end. Un fuerte abrazo desde València.
Ser un poema: no me olvido de los domingos 🙂 Abrazos.
Thank you Liam. It means so much to me.
This right here . . . I truly love this!
“Do you remember when there were 14 days in a week, all of them Sundays?”
What a great piece of poetic prose, Gabriela!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart dearest Tre. I am so glad you enjoyed it. Sending love.
You’re most welcome!
Emoción y profundidad. Hermoso
I guess that blood group must make a person float a little higher than the rest. Interesting poem . Is it impolite to ask a poet for explanations?
Thank you so much for reading and for your question. My writing comes from pain. That’s the way I know to express the great deal of pain I feel now. It’s a metaphor. A metaphor that talks about a very rare autoimmune condition that I have.
Separately, if you have that blood type you can donate and save anyone in the world but you cannot be saved if you need a transfusion unless one of the 9 known active donors in the entire world comes through on time. Having that type of blood constitutes a hazard to one’s health.
Anyway, take my words metaphorically. I wrote a piece of fiction.
Have a beautiful week ahead and thank you again for your question.
Thank you so much for answering me. I guess I take things too literally or extend too much!!! I am so sorry for my question and your first answer.
Oh, you do not need to be sorry for anything. I am grateful you read my work and I am equally very grateful for your question. Sending you a hug,
Your imagery is stunning as always dear Gabriela! Happy Sunday my friend! ❣️
Thank you dearest Cindy. Enjoy your Sunday. Love and hugs to you.
You’re so welcome Gabriela and thanks for the love and hugs. Back at you! 💞🤗
Love this: “Do you remember when there were 14 days in a week, all of them Sundays?”
Thank you so much dearest Stacey. I am so glad you like that.
Amazing writing Gabriela 💗
14 days in a week!!! brilliant 👏
Thank you so much hon. Love you. I hope everything is well with you 🌺❤️🌹
Beautiful piece, Gabriela. I found your blog through Diana’s, and I purchased a copy of Hidden in Childhood. I look forward to reading the anthology.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the compliment and for buying the book. The voice of the poets included deserves to be heard. Deeply grateful to you for your generosity 🙏🌺❤️
I savored your poem and read it out loud. No one…absolutely no one, does poetic prose like you dear Gabriela…I love your questions and your enigmatic reflections, your surprising change ups and how it all coasts to a satisfying ending.. You are so unique and the only one who write like Gabriela….is Gabriela!! Bravo!! 🎉🌹🙏❤️
Karima, my dearest, you made me blush. I am humbled beyond words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your compliments.
Hon, know you are unique and wonderful too. Know that.
Sublime! I do remember a time of 14 Sundays in a week. It was glorious! 🌹 💫
Thank you so much sweet Nancy. Glorious indeed! Sending love.
Wonderful Choice of words, I’m inspired, truly.
Thank you so much. That makes me happy 🌹🌺🌸
Your work makes ones heart stop momentarily. Your metaphors and images are just so stunning. Something about that last line that is just so perfectly written. Your poetry speaks in a language all its own. A master of words. Thank you for sharing this gorgeous piece and speaking to us from a painful place. Blessings and prayers dearest Gabriela. Love and hugs, Joni
Joni, sweetheart you made me blush. I am deeply grateful to you for your wonderful words and your support you are a gem. Sending you love and good luck with everything 🌺❤️❤️❤️
Oh you are so welcome dearest Gabriela. My words are truthful, and I always think after reading one of your poems – how does she do this, how can she write these thoughts where do they come from. The poetic queen truly. Sending you back my love, hugs and prayers always, Joni
Joni, you made me blush. I am beyond humbled. I highly appreciate your generosity and support.
I hope everything is well with you hon, and you are enjoying every minute of the day. Thank you again hon.
I am thank you Gabriela. It will be 80 degrees here today and the sun makes us happy. Every word is true, your uniqueness/style is unsurpassed. Have an amazing and blessed day. Sending rainbows 🌈 🌹❤️
Thank you again hon. Stay happy and blessed. Lots of love 🌺🌸🌹❤️
The day that never comes 15 The imagery is stunning and unique ! Magnificent!
Thank you so much dearest Virginia. I am glad you liked the piece. The 15th. perhaps it was the 17th .. sending love. Have a great day hon 🌺🌹🌸
Beautifully written 💜🌹
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Beautiful write, Gabriela. “ I will drown in the sea where olive trees end, and Rimbaud’s atrocious sunsets start.” I love that. 🌹🌺❤️
Thank you so much Jeff. I am glad you liked that line. Have a great Sunday my friend ❤️🌹🌺
Thank you so much Luisa.
You’re more than welcome❣️