The first time
I heard my name
in your mouth,
the ground felt like
a language I haven’t
spoken in years.
I forgot everything
I knew about gravity.
— Rudy Francisco
The Cure for Anything
is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea
Category Poetry Tuesday
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Before {Poetry}
And one day,
In the middle of a life you didn’t sign up for
On roads you never thought you’d walk
With bruised knees
And tired legs
With hopeful eyes and
Slow, unclenching fists,
You will stumble upon a mirror
Unsure of what you’ll see
And you will
Look into the reflection,
Surprised to discover
That
Everything
may have changed
But you
Look more like yourself
Than you ever have
Before.
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If You Forget Me {Poetry}
I want you to know
one thing.You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
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Your Hands {Poetry}
When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if them, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.-Pablo Neruda
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So Much More Than That {Poetry}
“i want to apologize to all the women
i have called pretty.
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave.
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is the most you have to be proud of
when your spirit has crushed mountains
from now on i will say things like, you are resilient
or, you are extraordinary.
not because i don’t think you’re pretty.
but because you are so much more than that”-Rupi Kaur
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