They appear with rebellious outburst,
disappear and appear,
I eliminate them or accept them.
Ants that move,
spreading a sour aroma,
when pursuing an anonymous shortcut.
Forgetful temporary preservation,
swap of hidden agitations,
of an undivided event.
They move away, they keep themselves,
they are scarecrows of conscience,
to brokenness under destruction.
Cloudy waters of concealment,
and diaphanous waters of prominence.
Metamorphosis to own oppressions,
energetic denial when expressing them.
Stranger and distant breath,
overwhelming in its achievement.
Fear of the unknown,
for daily lemurs,
of severe deficiencies,
due to immovable obstructions.
Failures of legacies,
inept challenge.
Free collapse into the void
and an unforeseen stoppage,
bending resources and fervor
to conquer them without breaking.
Blow on the cobblestone,
and an intrepid uprising.
Path to dreams,
mysterious and recondite,
they resurface in the heart,
with a hullabaloo of the shadow,
they are reborn and settle,
existing eternally.
Dark mornings,
and clear nights.
Storm of visions
misery in deliberation,
of a possessed chimera
that it is summarized.
Mercy on the walls,
that the hidden determination
requires explanation
by habit and talent,
routing the dream
towards the recondite of the being.
Relentless resistance,
to the peculiar parsimony.
Conversion to sorcerer,
of untouched traces,
where nobody has stepped,
inexperienced concoction of skills.
Maker of truncated
and revived dreams,
besides of few successful ones,
eliminating the useless,
versatile every second
of the same verve.
Sadness of embargo,
acceptance of clemency,
because there is an imminent victory.
Shortcuts taken,
changing from gray to reddish,
transfiguring itself in quiet victories.
Belief of my outstretched wings,
belief of the inadmissibility,
I perceive an internal conversation,
where the glare will predominate
to seduce success,
of the unmistakable dreams.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
No Extinction by Gloria E. Gherardi
PuisiNo Extinction by Gloria E. Gherardi. The poems I have written are feelings and situations that I have gone through. Impressed by what I have lived, but proud to do it again. I was born again. The smile that God gave me back, will never be erased fro...
