I fed my tree of love with water from my blood, dried lizards, and pieces of broken hearts.
My tree will bloom during the Banquet of the Moon.
The broken hearts? You see I had no choice.
I am the defender of love.
I do not trade in half measures.
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)
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My Dear Readers,
I was nominated author of the month at Spillwords Press. At the same time my poem “the breath of love and death” was nominated for publication of the month. If you wish you can vote for me – Gabriela M – in the link below. You do not need to have a Spillwords account to vote though it is easy to open one. You can vote with your Twitter or your FB account.
My most sincere thanks and congratulations to all nominees.
Gabriela
@short-prose-fiction
fires burn rocks in the mountains
fountains in the parks burn our hearts
I dip my hands into the seven parallels of love
I spin the planetary souls on both my arms
a bird pulls at its feathers in the mirror
the wilderness of autumn
puts on its lipstick
insanity throws stones into a garbage can
exiled from the imagination of Seville
Don Juan lures empty frames inside a bar
your heart meanders among marble stars
scents of flowers, heavy chains
poetry burns our lips
lonely scavengers of night
you and I
draft
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)
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at the edge of winter
bridal chambers cry
roasted chestnuts crack
in the frigid streets
days inside my soul
come and go like ships
broken hearts lament
right at my front door
did I leave you there?
see,
I can’t remember
what I’ve done with you
at the edge of winter
a tree is sick with flu
@short-prose-fiction
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tulips shed their virgin looks
palm trees bend
birds rotate the purple of the clouds
dolphins
luscious skin on luscious skin
I pack an ocean
two flowers
and a dream
@short-prose-fiction
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
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“Dear Gabriela,
We have selected your poetry to be a featured piece on Spillwords once again!”
I am honored and deeply grateful to the Spillwords team for featuring my piece “the breath of love and death.”
emotions leave the wombs of souls
inebriation
nakedness of pearls…
continue reading here.
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My first featured piece was “atrocities.” You can read it here.
Thank you.
G.
@short-prose-fiction
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hidden
inside the majesty of time
among the gestures of demoted lovers
winds are pushing boats to shore
letters written now by others
inside the folds of our time
the spleen of forests that are cut
child brides are crying terrified
skin is showing purple marks
a Stradivarius which was never made
plays the tunes of your own mind
hidden
inside the letters of your name
the dormancy of our love
@short-prose-fiction
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