Consuelo Rivera Fuentes
Autumn
Winds send leaves flying
Wigged grasses dance naked
Moles dig up to watch
Fireplace
Shiny elephants
stare out from the mantelpiece
India's far away
Dragonflies
Dragonflies fly west
in the snowed cloud of my mind
time goes back tonight
Repetitive Strain Injury
Dreams happen no more
Pain soars across my body
Outside life goes on
We are seven women writers who have got together to create, improve and make public our poetry,narrative and musical endeavours. Our creativity stems from a historical, literary and gendered memory of who we were, who we are and who we will be. We are part of that huge number of men and women called "people of the Diaspora".
Preciosos tus haikus.
ReplyDeleteY ahora te contesto con uno mio, Maestra.
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Cariños muchos,
Marta
bueno ché, nos vamos de preciosura en preciosura. Hermoso y conmovedor
ReplyDeleteGracias, piropera!...
ReplyDeleteEstas palabras tuyas valen mucho para mí.
Marta