Gabriela Marie Milton – Three Times #1 Amazon Bestselling Poet, Pushcart Nominee, Publisher
Jacques, Miriam, Miguel, and I: What can I say?
As time passed we became like tropical lianas hanging on a giant tree. We used to think that it was the tree of friendship and love.
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Once Jacques said:
“It is nonchalance that destroys love and friendship.”
To which Miguel replied:
“No, it is the lack of boundaries.”
Time was going to prove him right.
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my love,
receive my spade and take my cross
my heart will always be with you
i’m going to the realm of the unknown
remember me from time to time
on torrid nights
when conjured Spanish fountains
softly moan in pain.
my love for you will shine in every star
and it will be in every cloud you see
now time has come to swear to me
my beauty from the lands i’ve never known
that you’ll remember
stars are far
enemies by you
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travelers in colored carts
head to roads of no return
a fortune teller speaks of love
milk and honey wait for me
mama’s young
the lilac is in bloom
the hands of the rose garden
wave to me
i turn the key of the blue room
the time leaps forward
and i walk the streets of old Granada
swollen dreams of paintings and guitars
i stumble on your body’s heat
your arm rises in the air
your eyes gleam cinnamon and green
your laughter cracks the galaxies
“hola señorita
you grew up
just to meet me”
My poem “Untranslated Love” published in Vita Brevis
give me the stars
that shine under the bridges
where poor children spend their nights
the blood that leaks from wounds of war
when the last piece of bread is turned in tar
give me the language of your alabaster gestures
the guilty passion of Tristan for Queen Isolde
the mystery of painted nudes on walls
the cries of nuns under an angel’s lacerated wing
your untranslated love coiled in a tarnished ring
Submitted by short-prose-fiction give me the stars that shine under the bridges where poor children spend their nights the blood that leaks from wounds of war when the last piece of bread is turned in tar give me the language of your alabaster gestures the guilty passion of Tristan for Queen Isolde the mystery […]
via Untranslated Love — Vita Brevis
give me the stars
that shine under the bridges
where poor children spend their nights
the blood that leaks from wounds of war
when the last piece of bread is turned in tar
give me the language of your alabaster gestures
the guilty passion of Tristan for Queen Isolde
the mystery of painted nudes on walls
the cries of nuns under an angel’s lacerated wing
your untranslated love coiled in a tarnished ring
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I am honored and delighted that my poem “i am your soul” was acknowledged by Go Dog Go Café. For more beautiful poetry please visit Go Dog Go Café.
look for me my love
my body shines like lightening
striking down from Mount Olympus
i’m in the tremble of each tear
that poor hungry children shed
i’m the prayer of the lonely
the garden where the virgins blush
the mystic bite of occult ecstasies
i’m hidden in the Sistine Chapel
in haunted graveyards at midnight
i’m bursting from the keys of the piano
which plays alone Beethoven’s 5th
now call for god and breathe me in
for i am your soul.
