Comeback Since I leftI’ve wanted to comeback To return homeTo hear the accents of my community To speak and listen to Miami-Latin drawlTo have a conversation with someoneThat speaks beautifully—-someone with an accent—As words and phrasesOften defy syntactical normsbut never loose semantics.To rely—at times-on what is felt but isn’t saidTo see a Latin American community…
As what used to be And what will be Blend along blurred lines The resonance of each Appear to be what is. The present feels fragile Sheer and opaque As what is visible And what is perceived Are diametrically opposed. Along the subtext Parallel to semantics Adjacent to syntax Cowers the poet, Constantly chastised Eager…
Is it possible To feel music Beyond the notes played? To feel the vibrations As the notes change Feeling tender pulses That resonate in different parts Of my mind. Sometimes the notes Are so beautiful Their rhythm feels Like a synaptic journey Pushing deeper into my conscience As I listen The song leaves an impression…
I could smell the dew Hear the birds not quite awake Feel the cold wind brush my skin As though night and day Met for a dance And my steps cast Shadows on an illusion. As I walked I felt confident Yet my knees at times quivered My ankles felt uncertain As my legs navigated…
There is something mystical about walking to meet the sea at dawn a city that doesn’t sleep seems to take a breather right around when night meets day. The city is quiet surrounded by water waves thump against a sea wall neither angry nor calm only consistent unwavering energy. The trees are solemn birds asleep…
I slightly turned, Looked up, For a split second I thought it was you At the end of the hall. For a split second My heart swelled, I could feel a smile Reach my eyes Before my lips could move, My body felt warm For a split second My fingers ached Restless for a possibility…
I’ve held on to a feeling For so long It’s no longer a memory It’s a vestigial phantom The disappearance of this feeling Gnaws at the edges of my heart As if without this feeling My heart may quiver and shrink. I held on to the feeling of a man caring about me Without any…
ClaraoDeLua 