unknown you

I gotta say,
unknown and lovely girl,
I never would have thought I’d write
another poem into your eyes after I lost,
not just my trust in love, but my own faith.

But here I’m,
not because of covid that, emotionally,
threw us over the edge, but because of you,
though, don’t ask why, just let ride along today.

November,
Christmas is just around the corner
and in Oregon, in this time of the year,
we get some frost and woodstoves stay busy.

I guess you’re the most loving
and unknown playful companion I’ll probably
never meet, still, I’m grateful for each day I wake up
and each night I fall sleep to kisses at your unknown fingertips.

Fidel Guerra, Oregon, November 22, 2020.
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What wonderful story!

 

Eduardo,
I’m not well adjusted just yet as a poet
but I’m grateful for so much, for the Autumn sunshine,
for your time and to poetry that heals my yearnings for something.
I don’t know what it’s but it’s something that helps me continue my search for it..

apologies for my late response,

Fidel Guerra.
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Fidel, you know that I love to read you,
your poetry has that personal touch, that
brings the reader closer to the poet,

XOXOXOX

 

Guadalupe,
I am grateful for the warm, and why not,
for the sweet moments the everyday somehow shows me.
Sunday morning and listening to Javier Solis. It’s like the old days in my neighborhood,
just feels good to think about it. Perhaps I long for the who am stuff that every else takes for granted.

Dear friend, I know my English sucks but I studied it just for the American citizenship test... anyhow, If I’m going to stay at MP for a while, I’ll need to support my needs and that means writing for someone, even if she does not give a shit. I may try to write in Chinese and play the violin next time for better results. I can only hope.!!

Many hugs to you,
Fidel Guerra.