Etiqueta: Merriam A Grain

  • Imprevisto

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    Plaf plaf plaf.
    Bajito bajito.
    Apenas como un suspiro,
    Aliento de sol de un ratito.
    Cuentas de mineral de oxígeno cortando el instante,
    La luz era una sonrisa Polaroid.

  • Un día de tantos

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    Guardalo y enmarañalo.
    Sácalo del cajón y examina.

    Poco a poco hace sentido.
    Torcido.
    Minado.
    Dañado.

    Estás ahí,
    Con años encima.
    Estás así,
    Con cobardía de sandía.
    No muerto.
    No vivo.
    Esperando por un día.
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Tesoros que no poseo
    
			
    

    

    

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    En el alhajero del bosque,
    Con joyas de goma que sueltan esporas.
    Y gotas de vidrio que se evaporan.
    Los tesoros se suman y se suceden con la fortuna lluvia.
    Minucias de seda pobladas de oberones negro-amarilloque devoran las ropas de Titania.
    Uno tras otro se develan bajo las cortinas de frondas.
    

    

    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Silueta
    
			
    

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    Cabeza abajo,
    En oscuros misterios.
    Las alas se mueven.
    El pico arremete.
    Después, 
    De entre las hojas se pierde.
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Anonymous it went alone
    
			
    

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    Without a name,
    it jumped out the fence.
    Its tail green sparks of daytime.

    Name after name we got barely to d,
    To go back to coop,
    And find it just the hen inside.

    Where did anonymous go?
    Everything in a day,
    Sadly the cockerel vanished and we lost our rhyme.
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Undead queen
    
			
    

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    Home she gets and there,
    among books she stays.
    Feet over the couch,
    Table for tea and on her knees the crumbs.
    Out she goes and surrounded by tales she works.
    Describing every fish and stone, the words.
    A lily or headpiece.
    A meaningful stream of sorts.

    She reaches her hand,
    By size or hue,
    Flickering they come.
    Endless, in white.
    Inky and not finite.
    Comet like, frail stars.

    And as she turns back,
    At infinite dark damned waters she stares large.

    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Heat wave
    
			
    

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    Listen to the night,
    Chirping high,
    Ultrasonic engulfing buzzing b's.

    Go to sleep to its lullaby,
    The darkness fresher than the scorching light.
    Good bye.

    Dream about me,
    Feet into the star stream.
    Mind wandering.




    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Escape
    
			
    

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    Flop flop flop 
    Up and down.
    She runs in black pumps.
    Auch, my toe!
    Wool unbrushed coat.
    




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    Drizzle
    
			
    

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    Look around.
    The gray invades,
    It blurries the trees.
    Hides perspectives.

    The flowerpots flooded,
    The ground barely sprinkled.
    Subtle spray to the breeze,
    Tickling the leaves.

    Growing the day,
    The sun beams dissolve its mist.
    Sparkles of saturated tints,
    Faded to thirst.

    And so,
    It drizzled.
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Lay
    
			
    

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    Your arms resting flat on ground,
    Yet your hands give more.
    Green lace gloves entwined gold and royal blood.

    Defeated by age or landlords,
    You lay strong.
    The rain came and you forgot.
    Half your root was drinking air.