That Corner

I found a corner in my mind
it's one well hidden, hard to find.
Last night, I walked in there
pure chance and to my grand surprise
I smiled, I found the corner occupied.

I came across a thought of you
of us, those precious moments
lost in time, buried in sand
a desert storm, one stronger than
than our own embrace amid
that second of a life that in
a second seeped away.

I did not run, though it was not for lack of want
I stayed to cry to feel the pain of having
left ajar the door, leaving that corner
quite exposed, a simple fragile rose
to weather out a tumultuous desert
storm.

 

Vaya triste esquina, amiga... cuantos guardamos infinidad de cosas en esas esquinas del alma que de vez en cuando se abren de par en par y nos dejan expuestas. Bello escrito. Sinceramente: ISABEL

 

Así es Isabel, [Dueña de Mis Sueños, a la Luis Miguel J -cada que veo tu nombre me recuerdas esa canción del Sol de México, guapetón]

Bueno, volviendo a la vida real, como dices de vez en cuando [es este caso sin querer] nos tropezamos con esas esquinitas/espinitas que duelen y sacan de nuevo la sangre.

Un abrazo enorme.

 

[B]Lluviadeabril, what a sad poem, but in fact is so true what you said there. All the good things and moments completly vanished in a few seconds maybe because the door of our heart was unlocked or we didn't take care of them like they were suppoused to be taken care.[/B]
[B]Greetings from me!. Love[/B]
[B]Pemb.[/B]:::sorpresa1:::

 

Yup! A very smart poet on this site recently said something to me that [although I'd heard it before] resounded clearly in my head "regret is a high price to pay" or something along those lines...

Thank you so much for stopping by, hugs.

 

Sad, sad, sad, tell me, what do I need to put on ansmile on your face?
I think... well in fact, I don't Know what to say but i'll say what I think it´s correct so... everyone has corners closed by a heavy door that somehow... the softiest wind can move, when that happens... we feel what you felt here, but life's like this and we have to move on, besides... there's a you and there's a me, and I think I can put a smile upon your face as a friend.
A sad pleasure to read you, I'll keep on with it.

 

A ton of smiles to my face you bring when
at my door to share your thoughts you kindly ring.
I read them well and say don't fret
there is not a corner in my mind that I regret.
Your thoughts and words of friendship I accept,
of course, with a huge smile on my face.

Thank you so much for stopping by...a pleasure to greet you...