Painting by Margarida Cepêda
The moment was kind,
an unexpected masterpiece
hanging on my iris, invading
my careless retina in the curves
of a hoarse morning; what is it?
My skin can remember
a silent instantaneous bliss
washing the hall and
the tired books on the desk;
a risk my heart couldn't
countenance. What is it?
My something dragged
its sleeves and climbed
the barbed-wire fence
around my body,
catching miracles,
perpetuating that now
as the seconds bent
their knees. What is it?
I felt it...I still feel it...
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012
Sounds like the sudden awareness of holiday! That is a bliss in itself! Enjoy! tc :)
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