Liquid poetry

I have nothing
but the sea
and it dies in me
like liquid poetry,
like foam and beauty.

and as i contemplate

what is behind,
i see ophelia calling me
to see her rues
floating in the sea.

i see virginia

crossing the river of memories
carrying my mossy heart,
my stony doubts.

they are in my life

like an imagined truth,
like mission and possibility.

don't think

i haven't tried.
i only know this way
to paradise.
( i only know what you fear)

come what may

never forget what i have told you.
the sirens will protect you.

karla bardanza

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