A walk inspired few lines….

Grandmothers whispered our stories
before we remembered to dream

Las abuelas susurraron nuestras historias antes de recordar soñar

Feet trod for miles

on dusty roads strewn with

ancestors,

memories, dreams.

In the distance misty light

shrouds cactus covered mesas,

silhouettes, stories

enchant yet haunt.

For it is in the telling

We remember the lies

And know that we are the earth we trod.

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Pies pisados por millas

en caminos polvorientos sembrados de

ancestros,

recuerdos, sueños.

En la distancia, brumosa luz

cubre cactus cubiertos mesas

siluetas, historias

encantar aún atormentar.

Porque está en el relato.

recordamos las mentiras

Y saber que somos la tierra que pisamos.

a piece in progress……

SANK

She sank into until

Sea stained, claw foot spilled

Mermaid dreamer, charm wooed

Salty wind, flesh cooled

Five thousand nights stolen

With her consent; broken

Shame’s remnants, her penance

Uncertainly she danced

With wily knaves, fish tails

Balanced justice’s scale

Divers to forever

Tattooed heart remembered

Flawed pearl, sands of time

From reverie she climbed

Mythic hopes, deceits drained

Ebb and flow rearranged.

ls/2019