Friday, July 14, 2017

Note from Stella

Hi Everyone,

Thanks for following my blog.  It's summer time.  You know what that means.  It is submission time.  I will be taking down some of my poems and photos to submit them to scrutiny.  hahahaha

Wish me luck!

:)
Happy Summer!

xoxo
Stella

the most beautiful poem

the most beautiful
poem

p
o
e
m

the most

b
e
a
u
t
i
f
u
l

this was created

as a creation

not caring
if you read it
or not

if you understand
it or not

if you like it
or not

this is the most
beautiful
poem

because it told
me

it whispered
it whistled
it sang
to me

to me

in a three piggy opera

hummingbird's flap

in Brody's bark

it said
it was
the most
beautiful

and
I believed
it.

I
believed

it.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

two toned

two toned rose 2017, Stella Santamaria

two toned rose
parading
yourself

wild
forgotten
French garden

in front of a
one story
concrete building

two toned rose

shades of
sweetness
pink lemonade
from the child manned stands
Maryland


West Coast
East Coast
roses grow
wild
on the West Coast

East Coast
need to be kept in the shade
watered
honey spoon fed
by

butterflies
butterflies.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

roses & the Napa satellite

the Napa mountain speaks
trying to decipher

the mountain speaks
every red rock
every redwood
shadowing our way

the mountain speaks
it does

trying to decipher
every lone peacock
looking for his peahen

white rose bush
covered in tulle

the mountain speaks
warm springs underneath

it sent a message

red velvet roses from
a stranger
from a faraway place

the California mountains speak
they tell me
they tell me

to get lost
get lost

again.
again.
and again.

but why?
I've done nothing wrong

the mountains speak
whisper in the tropical trees
mango, avocado

to come back
to come back

get lost there
get lost
where the caramel soft deer
greeted
the moon accompanied us
winding road in neutral
running out of gas

with U2 blaring
two cell phones charged
with no satellite
no satellite

watch the peacock
display its feathers

I left
I left

before that.
before
that.

peacock looking for peahen.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

let the

let the
words
flow

let
time
stop

let the
words
flow

in a slight
pause

in an adventure

in a kiss

in an embrace

in a cuddle

you deserve
it

let the
words
flow

you are your
own
magician
artist

you are
magical

brilliant

you are
my
friend.

you are
human.
dog.
cat.

you are
you are.

let the
words
flow
from
your majestic
body
lips
letters
symbols.

let time
pause
stop
hold still.

let it
let it

Sunday, April 30, 2017

poetic renaissance

everyday

wonder

everyday

new

freedom
is silence.

Silence.

Simplicity.

Internal + external silence.

yes. yes. yes

eventually
you'll see this.

thank you universe
thank you for my
new

life.

just for today.

today.

the era
the poetic renaissance

has begun.
begun.
Ocean Abroad.  2016, Stella Santamaria

Siri symbols

numbers, numbers explain a lot, symbols thrown at us in every direction.  hypnotizing us.
Siri
tell me where to go.
I am able to prove. prove myself. prove myself.
yes, love does exist.
my love.
my slender hands, my summer tanned hands. my feminine voice, my espresso eyes
my love.
Loving
Love is perfect in an imperfect state. in an imperfect body. precise, precision.  I prefer silence. silence. over any other noise. silence.

you cannot change the axis. the platinum diamond encrusted chains that held you back. the punishment you inflicted upon yourself.  No one's mercy. you are at no one's mercy.  axis. turns, spins, then you're left alone.  alone with your pet spiders. spiders.

all
3.0
of them.

all
of
them.


Miami Vision. 2016, Stella Santamaria