Wednesday, April 26, 2017

encapsulated

encapsulated

love

in a pill
in a song

in a kiss

encapsulated

love

in a letter
what's that?

ha!

in a poem
in a flower
in a person

in a hand
right
left

encapsulated

love

in a picture
in a song
in a poem

in a moment
in a hand
in a hold

in a letter
a love
letter

that I wrote
anonymously

love letters
since

I was 11
for you
for you

to find
you
you
you

my love.
my life.

my self.
self.
self.

encapsulated
in white
white
with light blue lines

a red
pink line
on the margins
margin.
margin.

double
double
double spaced.

folded
into
triangular
prisms.


my hand with wild hibiscus.  2015-2016, Stella Santamaria

iggi the iguana

iggi

you shed

this is why

I like you

you show me
that you left your past
behind

it is evident

in the skin
you shed

you shed every month
every 9 months
every day

it is there

you move
move
on

move
on.
pink sunset. 2016, Stella Santamaria

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

your clutches on him

his heart

an eagle
eagle
eagle

his heart is full of wonder
his heart is full of cheer
merriment
happiness

why would you do that?
why?

walked away

needed time
needed space

needed to know

we were a couple
we were
we were

"a thing"

not just another romance
another romance

that was consumed
and left
on the plate

just the crumbs

the vanilla ones
vanilla
vanilla

butter frost.
butter cream
yeah, butter cream.

okay?

the poem
it came
to me
as I looked in the mirror

the poem
it came
to
me
as I looked in the
mirror

then it left
as soon
as I remembered

the reflection
the reflection

is just temporary

but the feeling
the feeling
of beauty
love
acceptance
adoration
understanding

is with me
with me
upon reflection

when I am alone.
when I am with you.
when you hold my hand

when I say to you

mirror
it is going to
be okay

okay.
okay.

okay?


2016, Stella Santamaria




Monday, April 24, 2017

time stopped

time stopped

cold water splashing
sealing my pores

time stopped

exhausted
depleted
confused

time stopped

wanting to see you
wanting to talk poetry
poetry
photography
travel

passion.
hours upon hours

cold water splashing

then it stopped

all of it

suddenly

surrendered

then it stopped
stopped

texts, calls, messages

the surrender.

the surrender.

all or nothing
all or nothing

layers upon layers.
confusion, emotions, forever
passion, fever, fire.

all or nothing

the world moved
it shifted

the world moved.  I moved along with it.

you force me in a corner
suffocate me

want me to choose

force me in a corner
try to suffocate me
with a clear cold shiny glass

with a lace pattern
1,2,3
1,2,3, 4

with the illusion
the illusion of the ocean
in a figure eight

I am free
free like the Santa Ana breeze

winds

untameable
I declare

suffocate me
suffocate me
reciting poetry with burning

with longing

with fire
upon your penchant bones
with fire
burning your dark eyes

the west winds of my birth place
call to me.
call to me.
California.

California.
the velvet of your skin.
lips.
california.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

clean + new

rain
pitter patter
rain
nature's catharsis
the way it cleans
the way it filtrates

everything

rain
pitter patter
pitter patter
rain
nature's catharsis
the way it cleans
the way it filtrates

everything
everything

everything is clean + new
clean + new
clean + new

Friday, April 21, 2017

the pigeon knows

the pigeon knows

the messenger pigeon
lost the message
that i left for you

attached to his left leg
his right had the coordinates

Ha!

the pigeon knows

knows where to find you
when to search
early morning
early morning
early

the pigeon knows
the pigeon knows

here's your proof
through the glass
the glass

glass