all vie for the positions
their fragments
in our hearts will finally retain.
Our saddest longings
and lonliest wantings
our strongest loves
and wildest hates
all within our souls remain
our lives to continually brand
our eyes to perpetually stain.
but our real true meanings
the core of you and me
are lost
in the thundering wind and rain so free
much more than we can say
much more than we can see.
Copyright 2006 Pierre Ortega
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Reviewed by April Ortega (Reader)
Reviewed on August 17, 2006
Life is a tornado that takes and gives. There are no bounderies. There is no box, no four walls to crawl into. Things just come and go no matter what you are , who you are, what religion you accept, or what race, sex, or age you are.
The grief is obvious and the pain is cutting. Your pens are always emotional similarities for me. You animate your hurt so vividly that the flames lick each scar over and over. In the lonely hollows of what remains the moans are consistant with the flow of your words.
I'll need to take a breath and proceed to read this agan.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Bravo!
~~martin~~
I'll need to take a breath and proceed to read this agan.
Susan