Final Traits
I wrote a finale
a while ago
a finale of traits
like those of a leaf.
But first
I aged them
like autumn lines
with hues of leaf, still
but more and more
with those hues of straw
taken by veins
that gradually dry
and dry
until, bled of all the sap
their profile would have fallen
crackling
under other lines -
the wintry
careless lines
of the steps of those
who walk over dead leaves
- if it were not for the finale
I wrote.
A finale which
a while ago
I planted among the pages of a book
unbound:
So that, in summery lines
some other poet may read it
and perceive, in those lines
with hues of leaf
the hues of a juicy fruit
in a ripening profile…
… or so that a child may come
who, of the traits, will gather the finale
between her hands of beginning
and, in lines of spring
will hang it, alive again
on a tree.
© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*® (as Paula Paixão Botelho “pedramares”, a literary character, in “Castellanos de una Lusa en Galicia”)
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Rasgos finales
Escribí hace poco
un final, el final
de unos rasgos
como una hoja.
Pero antes
fui envejeciéndolos
en líneas otoñales,
con olor de hoja, aún,
pero cada vez más
con ese color pajizo
de venas que se secan
y resecan
hasta que, sangrado
de toda la savia
se tumbaría el perfil,
crujiente,
bajo otras líneas -
las líneas invernales,
displicentes, de los pasos
de los que pisan
hojas muertas -
si no fuera
el final
que escribí.
Un final que, hace poco,
implanté
entre las páginas de un libro
libre:
Para que, en líneas veraniegas,
pueda leerlo otro poeta
y vislumbre en esos rasgos
con olor de hoja
un color de fruta
en un perfil que madura…
… o venga un niño
que, de los rasgos,
coja el final
entre sus manos de principio,
y en líneas primaverales,
(hoja, sin más)
lo cuelgue, vivo,
de un árbol.
© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*® (como Paula Paixão “pedramares”, en “Castellanos de una Lusa en Galicia”)
I'm glad that you opened the drawer to this most inspiring poet. She has written a spectacular finale, with a full orchestra and dancers who move, elegantly, beneath the colourful lights of imagination. The audience demands an encore and they will not leave the theatre.
Beijinhos,
Joseph*
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Aberjhani
You captured the essence of natures gifts, right down to the smallest of veins...and then you gave it purpose and made it Big! Awesome write!
Thank you for taking the time Alexandra to bring this to life again to share it here at the den!
Off to my library this goes!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)