for another summer of love
when the moon is full | then we will go fishing in | love’s silvery pond
spiral movement | on a long path from ego | to enlightenment
a sure kind of death | to bludgeon a child’s spirit | snuff out their light
helichrysum oil | for sealing new scars | a blessing on a cracked head
what is a wild woman | if not one who knows | her nature is free
in a dark forest | shadows sigh to light the night | fireflies glitter
summer lightening strike | thunder beings not talking | spark a wildfire
let's tear them all down | useless pieces of colored cloth | soiled in hate and fear
they cut down mountains | damn up clear flowing streams | poison all the air | we mourn the mounting deaths | pray for a better future
sharp shards of glass | shimmery in moon’s glimmer | alley diamonds
spirit of iron | divides a river in two | feeds on firewood | fights against injustices | protects with a blood oath
full moon seppuku | chance meet in a body jump | pot meets the kettle
soars over treetops | circles front of her window | waves her a blessing
she sleeps protected | with leaves of trees shading her | journeys in seconds
the whole world’s tilted | fate brought them together then | again they collide
grandmother runes speak | points of light illuminate | from sparkling star sand
sometimes you get it | right the first time | it defines your whole life |
gets you strength and independence | then you're alone for life
another day missing | you loving me | your voice saying it's alright
how can words describe | the deep in my chest | you who are the beat of me
she cannot just want | every one a destiny | what can not be had
the moon a sliver | lends its light to the stars | a moonlit slide
imminent storm | clouds gather to discuss it | sky waits expectant
she is whirlwind | stirs it up into the air | sees what will land standing
cracked her egg | they put her back together | humpty dumpty style
he her first and last | the kind of love that surpasses | all time and space
he stopped looking | when he found her there she was | for all the others
to free ourselves | our bond must be broken | to be forged in love
our long memories | a love so familiar | easy like summer
wobbly hatchlings | all wide eyed and hungry mouthed | lemon-yellow fuzz
let's gather ripening fruit | under the rose | our strawberry moon
poems copyright © 2015 Odilia Galván Rodríguez.
All Rights Reserved.
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