The lined hand
with which she dips
the cup of remembrance
into the well of years,
to my suprise, is steady,
as if it were sure of itself.
She must have, like water
flowing for aeons over stone,
let time smooth the edges
of her memory.
Bewildered, I am held captive
as she places her reflection,
foreign and yet
strangely familiar, onto my eyes.
Turning away from the mirror
i can feel her smile on my face;
her old feet dancing
on my heart.
Glorious Syliva!
"i can feel her smile on my face;
her old feet dancing
on my heart"
Honouring life's transformations!
Welcome to Authorsden!! Stay sure and steady!
Love & friendship Suzie :-D
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
A poetic accomplishment... "REFLECTION ON A FUTURE IMAGE" ignites the dynamo of imagination.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
"i can feel her smile on my face;
her old feet dancing
on my heart"
Honouring life's transformations!
Welcome to Authorsden!! Stay sure and steady!
Love & friendship Suzie :-D
Elizabeth