Landscape
are landscapes are
aromas, colors, reflections, small and great feelings
cold, hot ... temperature
we horizons, mountains, deep
are the light, shadow, darkness
depths, skies, clouds and rain are
morning, noon
the twilight and the first star
the moon and an eclipse, the midnight sun we
the river ... grow and advance;
the lagoon and the ocean
the reeds of the marsh, the Gulf, the Bay
the cliff, the valley, the sandy
spring we lust passion
summer, winter
fall irrepressible desire
the kiss and orgasm in the storm
are landscapes within a landscape
Note: There is a Chilean girl who writes as if he had lived other lives and remember their experiences. I discovered by accident and has since visited his house because, really, bless his poetry, or at least I think so. Today has published a poem with a structure similar to this that I wrote a few days ago. I marvel that despite the great distances that separate us (physical and generational) we had this sort of emotional complicity. Of course your poem I like it better than mine. This landscape had not seen the light but for the tenacity of chance that always finds ways. Thanks for visiting Matilde ... if poetry moves you, you are going to love it. Here his poem.
