I’ve seen the whole world
Yet still I seek adventures
Somewhere deep – my soul
Month: October 2019
My daughter
From birth, it haunts
In search for souls
Hidden in the shadows
Gazing and gazing
Unfazed
Sometimes pouncing
Too soon
Never late
I held her hand
And he, mine
Russian dolls
As empty inside
I see her now
My daughter
Too small, too beautiful
To have the earth cover her.
The poet
In a glance — the poet’s mind —
A reflection gazes back
From a frame
Its edges hidden under years of dust
A grim mouth
Tender eyes
A mind of wonder
A mind of answers
Who is this poet
Who claimed to speak sweet words?
To hold the visions of past and future
Immortalized within that silent recollection of an organism gone…
In a glance — the poet’s eyes —
Rage
Click, click, thump, click, thump, thump
This word is not new
This poem is a whisper of years ago
Originality is fake news.
FJ Vera 