A venue

Each day I turn the inside of my heart
twenty times over
ten times per side, ten times each part
sparing only the texture of the outside wall
attempting in every try
to find a place unoccupied
not one is there, not one
I found.​

I scrutinize the contents of my head
many times more than ever
wanting to pull apart each thought
as one divides a strand of thread
looking to find a thought
that doesn’t gasp a word or phrase
thinking out loud. ​

I know there is one that bares only my name and
just my face and I will find it yet.​

Today I’ll search again
[SIZE=3]Perhaps I’ll find and [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]tie that vein, that thing[/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]I’ll find that thing [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]that sits inside my chest and [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]screams inside my head.[/SIZE] [/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT]​

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[CENTER][FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]I know there is such place [/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Centaur]I lived [FONT=Centaur]there once [/FONT][/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]a place where feelings grow and thrive [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]I'll get there gathering one or two things[/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=3]that still and always will belong to me.[/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/font][/font][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font]

 

Dear friend "April Rain",
I have to confess that your poems belong to an intellectual high level, pretty high for me. I recognize it humbly. They are surprising, creative, unique. Among them it is this. For my concept, there is somebody who is hallucinating, attempting to find a place unoccupied in her heart but not anybody is there, so the place is really empty. She knows that a thing screams inside her head and is sitting in her chest and she´s sure that she lived in other place before. May I say a poetic reincarnation? Perhaps I’m mistaken, as the majority of the times that I try to interpret your poems, but I enjoy reading them because of the beauty of your words, your metaphors and that “I don´t know what” that makes me feel gladly busy looking for the exit of the labyrinth.
Thanks for sharing your poems with us, prolific and inspired poet.
Fraternally,
Ramiro

 

I'm wordless, so pretty
Hug and kisses :::hug::::::hug:::