When i love,
i don't love.
do not be deceived
by the appearance of the words:
they are always good make up.

i get entangled in transparancies
of white frozen in space
but i am so fast to undo knots.
"poets are great pretenders"
Fernando said and it's true:
we fake what we actually feel.
we feel what we do fake.

don't blame the stars
for the poems i conceive.
don't strangle my metaphors.
my verses are as free as me,
my stanzas are only passion
when passion ex-ists.

don't believe in everything
i let you know for you know
nothing yet.
i'm a voracious weaver of symbols.
i'm what i will be.
meanwhile keep what i said
in your left pocket.
it will keep you attached
to my idiosyncracies
and madness.



Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2014

Ricardo Fernandez Ortega

 

 

 

A flower is not a flower.

It is an illusion floating toward the mirror,

flooding my astigmatic eyes with hyper-surrealism

as my timid mind travels in hope

to the unreachable shelves of my hours.

 

It has been silent for a long time

and I can only listen to the murmur

of my poems on the screen as if

they were trying to save me from

my immortal insignificance

every single day.

 

But they are tired of my blindness,

my complexes and paradoxes.

They know my poetic mind won’t

resist much longer the tasteless duty

of being a poetess, a poet, whatever.

 

Poetry will never make the evening news.

 

A flower is not a flower,

a poem is not a poem

and I am neither a poet nor a poetess.

 

 

Karla Bardanza

 

 

 

 

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012