LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ

LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ

Shroud

We turn our gaze (inward)

where throbs go wandering through locked hallways,

voices piled up in the docility of a mirrorless inertia.

The existing moment is a shroud with fierce teeth.

There isn’t poetry between the fingers, neither a reliquary to pray,

while the night fades through the lintel of the door.

There are fears so sacred!

Over the couch the violets doze helplessly.

Ritual dance of lethargic hours.

A Song For The Wind

let’s un-nest the idle story

write again on the tired wall

before time elapses farther,

for the nightmare of the afternoon

dares to entertain itself

on the pulse of eloquent deceits,

casting shadows over one eye

only to return blinded

calling for true colors

unable to grasp

the sky.

Eyes

eyes like drops of dew

the world is now revolving

in a rictus unknown to me

eyes the color of light

emerging from every shadow

phantasmagorical omen

eyes holding the salt of the universe

millenarian gospels

tied to the wind

eyes searching for a path

heartbeats rhyming on

the darkest nights

eyes pulsing

the flood of the veins

burning fiercely!

LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ

LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ: (Puerto Rico). Bilingual author. Poet, narrator, editor, anthologist, translator, international cultural promoter. President Academic Committee International Book Fair EMH Puerto Rico. World Festival of Poetry Continental Director America - International Coordinator. Kathak Literary Award (2017).