Five Poems: Someone Else's Eye, Music Remains, Emptiness, Young Love and Time

Winston Morales Chavarro — 2019-04-23T17:19:16Z

I

The days gone by, where do they go?

Those little shadows of what one day was the sun?

Why what they call tomorrow is so elusive?

What rose from behind the mountains like a future?

The skin gels

Bones break

And days run like straw filaments in someone else's eye.

II

Only the music remains after death

An old whisper of what we were

Will remain suspended over the candlewood of time

Perhaps someone will follow our steps

The imprints erased by the bubblings of an acoustic ocean

At least we shall be that:

Old sandals worn by a girl who follows

What we thought was the road.

III

To the Italian poet
Gerardo Sangiorgio (1921-1993)

And to think that nothing remains

That everything said is like a arrow thrown to the wind.

That even the words are evanescent

Fragile before the lips that pronounce them

That they could

(should) have been kept quiet

Everything is so fleeting

The raised hand

the tight fist

The craving mouth of desire

Nothing remains

Logic is impermanence

The anchor that holds on to death.

And its purest emptiness

IV

Days in the calendar

Are like ash birds

Curled towards a tiny windmill.

How the hours pass by surprises us

The unmasked skeletons of the years

Everything runs like a star made of ice
Like a meteorite without shadows
Amazing the blinking of the eyes
Before the vision of gone by trienniums
...Of what was one decade ago.
Time is like that
A flake of hardened snow
Melted on the spiral of a lightless brazier.

V

My young love

Speaks of lustrums and decades

As if they were a flower open

To the tongue of a butterfly

It is as if from its mouth everything would rejuvenate

Everything would acquire the shine of cellophane

For the Christmas we haven't had yet

My young love speaks to me of Winter.

As if the time for autumn were still distant

For her, departures don't exist

Our children rejoice on the tree of the night

the naked bellies await the warmth of a new moon

My young love doesn't know a hundred years

Lasts only what a wick on a lamp's surface.

Everything is gone for both of us

It all has ended for the both of us

My young love embraces me

She doesn't know that one grows old

While a leaf falls on the garden's lawn.

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Five Poems: Someone Else's Eye, Music Remains, Emptiness, Young Love and Time

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