Thursday, May 18, 2017

Napa Catharsis

Napa Sunset, 2017, Stella Santamaria

catharsis

this has been a catharsis
for me to write

about
you.
to write all 
all about the 

wondrous things
you are.

in poetry.
of course

just from your picture
your picture

your pictures

while
it rains
rains
and rains

tropical storms
looming

.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

20 years 3 months 2 days

twenty years
three months
two days
it has taken
to find you
again.
to find you.
you.

coffee stained and unfiltered me.  2017, Stella Clear

whispers broken echoes

my heart
whispers
a billion
broken echoes

tears streaming
steaming
the silver springs below

wake up
alone

two thirty
three

search mornings
look out
for our mountain

below sea level
miami

search mornings
reach out

my right arm
right hand
tanned from the
eight thousand elevation

of our
mountain
mountains

feels soft
white cloth
clutching

so lonely
so lonely

yet
yet

I choose this.
I choose
this.

until I find
you
my soul mate

no excuses
no part time
no time lines

not my thing
not my thing

love
passion
loyalty

is.
is.
Lost Mountain, 2017, Stella Santamaria


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 10, 2017

they've kept me

they've kept
me
from you

they're trying

they've kept
me
from you

I know, I know.

sitting on my queen bed
wondering
where you are

are you in my Florida room
are you next to me under the grey comforter
blue bird blanket
are you on the cold tiled floor

wondering

I know that disposable
is less Eco-friendly

the plastic is not really
recyclable
that I know of

I know. I know

but then the refillable ones
are
always
too heavy

the dark ink spills
on my hands

crimson blue black
seeping underneath
my painted french marshmallow on white fingernails
for days
days

tires me
tires me

tires me.

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

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

sky diving

alarms

go off

ever so often

alarms

go off

ever so often

the incessant
ringing

the infra red
illuminated
dots
red
dots

ringing
in my ears

incessant
pleading

for attention
affection

alarms
go off

ever so often
diverging
my attention

diverging
my dark chocolate eyes

my partially
open
full lips

into a smile.
into a snarl.

alarms
external
and internal.

internal.

reminding me
reminding me

that
I am human.
a woman.
a person.

a lover.

flailing
falling
falling.
falling.  2016, Stella Santamaria