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but our planets still revolve
around the same sun
and sometimes our orbits
can’t help but coincide
it’s inevitable
and when you walk into the room
the walls turn into ice
and my blood runs cold
creating snowflake patterns on my lungs
and I just want to flee from here
except gravity won’t let me
always thinking
today could be the day
you’d finally speak to me
“Happy Easter” perhaps,
or “God bless you,” or
inanities, like the weather
but every day’s silence is more final,
more unyielding than the last
and I wish you’d stay
right there: just a glacial few yards away
just so I could torment myself
by watching you
press buttons on your Blackberry
wondering what you’re telling who
something and someone
totally unknown to me
but then I wish you’d leave
because every minute I share this
approximate reality with you
I feel a little more insignificant
and fear the hour when
there’d be nothing left of me
but when you do leave
the edifice of my reason crumbles
leaving me in an identical
state of devastation
as on the day you said we couldn’t be
.
wow!! Jeeze girl you left me speechless with this one, this is deep, i feel this coming from deep inside of you…Iris you have a way with words I can feel the sadness and finality in this piece… wow such daunting frozen sadness.
another masterful piece!
I love the way you describe each feeling…very well thought out and full of emotion…another great job Iris..
i super like this. you capture that feeling when just seem to stay rooted where you are when you want to leave.
my friend never close that sweet lil heart of yours… you pour love at the top of the hill into the lakes of your mind..cali-isms
Snapping. Good job
On passing a beautiful Ebony woman
her man speaking on his phone
on the beach
walking as if they were lovers
on the beach
where Yemaya resides
on the beach
on his phone
our eyes met
I said to her as she passed
“I’d be talking to you, if you were with me”
This Ebony woman shook her head in a “I know what you mean”
while her man was on the phone
on the beach
in America
@Matu Feliciano
Dedicated to you, Iris Orprecio
Gives me chills, and watery eyes, this I love. Completely
Incredibly crafted….The metaphor of a snowflake…..its fleeting existence…… This piece to me, is art at its finest…. Thank you for sharing this with me Poetess!