Wednesday, November 1, 2017

la belleza oculta

aqui

en California
cerca del mar
cerca del autopista

el primero de noviembre
con la belleza oculta

en mis libretas
con corazones
y palabras
sutiles
suaves
silvestres

el amor que te tengo
me averguenza

el amor que te tengo
es fragil

el amor que te tengo
me domina
me controla

el amor que te tengo
es obsesiva

el amor
no es asi
dicen los libros

y los poemas
de amor

en Egipto
en la Biblia
en los otros

libros que yo se
y debo conocer

el amor

el amor
esta aqui

aunque lo niege
aunque diga
que estoy bien
estoy
bien

sin ti.
sin ti.
Flor Rosada no tan silvestre. 2017, Stella Santamaria

dedicado a mi amor, Mauricio.

Friday, October 27, 2017

excerpt from "the orange moon as a bulb"

California pink sunset with words inspired in Hawaii.  2017, Stella Santamaria


the hand at the end of
my vision was yours
always yours.

Dedicated to:  Mauricio, my love.

the orange moon as a bulb

you only read an excerpt 
in my journal

you only read an excerpt

misconstrued

the hand at the end
of my vision
was yours
always yours

the orange moon
fluorescent bulbs
hanging empty shell
a string of luau lights

deep under
covered in dirt
leading
the way

the party path

swaying
with the surf
swaying
with our steps
on the Hawaiian shore
with the black surf
waiting

waiting for your return
from the red earth
redwood bark pressed against
your brown skin

fingernails pressed
bulbs swaying

the orange moon as a bulb

tunnels
of surf
green waves
red earth

laughter
black sand under
painted
coral finger nails

dark earth
black earth

your
dark tanned hands

our tanned hands
with Hawaiian
sugary sand

surf
with reef cuts on fingertips

salty blood
as we hold hands

fingers intertwined
my left
your right

raw organic sugar crystals
with arabica
under mine

under mine
mine

you lead the way

the hand
at the end of my vision
was yours
always yours.

Hawaiian black coral with my love.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Dedicated to my love:  Mauricio

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

California Burning

while California burns

the sky is a white haze

air a smokey redwood scent

a birthday barbecue gone bad

when you've left your toast
a little too long
in the stainless steel
aluminum toaster

or you pressed
down the black plastic
lever
twice

two
times*

by mistake

making expresso
without water

the arabica blend
turning darker
blacker

your finger tips
darker
pink
with just
a graze

the butter melts
at the sight
of it

white buttery blur

charred

singed

the contours of the redwoods
white smoke

like a late night bar
in Wynwood
in a Tavern in Jalisco
Sitges
Little Havana
Brickell

after the AA meetings
after the aquittal
after discharge
after admittance
after the wedding

after the squirrel
ran up the tree

down
down

twice by mistake*

beechwood
driftwood

to let me know
it
will
all be ok

his golden brown tail
singed

just the tip
just the tip

the tail regrew
while dancing
down the trunk

just
temporarily

temporarily.



two squirrels blue bench California. 2017, Stella Santamaria



Monday, September 25, 2017

She appears

She appears
dazzling
eight legs

eight eyes

tattooed
tattooed
on my neck

she peaks
out

from my
neck
my
black
turtleneck

she appears

dazzling
eyes
dark
mesmerizing

She
She has legs

eight

She has eyes

eight

infinitely.

Friday, September 22, 2017

el colibri

el colibri

Vi un colibri hoy.
El colibri me recuerda
del amor que te tengo
y la razon de estar aqui

en este lugar
lejos del mar

aqui
el colibri
se aparecio
cuando mire
hacia arriba
como magia

magico
magica
como yo

el colibri
me recuerda
de mis dias
en Africa
en Asia
en las islas
en Cuba

y aqui
en lo profundo
del mar
mirando hacia
arriba

aqui

aqui juegan los
ninos
los ninos



Floating Selfie in Museum.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

and there she "doe"s

Cali doe. 2017, Stella Santamaria

the doe and mama
got out of the way
as we were on our way

the baby looked
behind

looked at us

a key deer
key deer

in Cali

small, dainty
bouncy feet
bouncy legs
bouncy. bouncy

galloping past
hooves in the air
like Rudolph on Santa's sleigh

shiny black hooves aerial
on the still grey night concrete

nine
Pacific

midnight
in the Keys
Keys.

clackety, clack. clack.

baby and mama deer
doe
fawn
doe
and fawn.

safe across the border
across the highway
across the free way

Safe
Safe from Irma

Safe.

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, June 15, 2017

fire inside

candles 3 & 4 back row dedicated to HB.  2017, Stella Santamaria

pressing
pressing the red 
button

red buttons

that lights up the electric
candles in miami
national shrine

national cathedral
has real fire
real fire inside
inside

so much better
better

real flames
red at the core
inside 
inside

the spirit
could completely
cover

its wings
ablaze

like the eagle
eagle

looking ahead

red
white
blue

fire
being 
the color

waiting
for in July

July wedding
perhaps
perhaps

red, white & blue
three and four equals seven
seven

Thursday, June 1, 2017

why haven't you written a poem

why haven't you written
a poem? 

el amor es la unico
que vale la pena

mi amor es unica
ella es tierna
silvestre


como lavanda

like lavender
wild, purple and free

like your third eye
amethyst violet
nonviolent

your crown
chakra

chakras
rainbow synergism
energy centers

centros de energia

love
wild
free

wild mustard
over the valley

in a sea
of smiley emoji sunshine yellow
flowers

Napa

Napa

your dark scarlet hair strands
loose
from your wild rose & white orchid bouquet

blown
from St. Helena

from D.C.

to here
here
here.

like a peppermint
candy cane
in May.
May.

May



wild mustard. 2017, Photo by HB edited by me

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Magic. 707.

Magic.
Beauty, Beautiful Shadow.  facing me.  the sun to my back. facing the avocado tree out back.
buttery rich matte red shimmering in the Miami sun.  same moonlight. planetary reflections.
Magic. I am magic. Magic. Magical. a red rose. a 707 red rose. energized by the sun. My petals slowly opening revealing my glowing growing core. core. in bright incandescent yellow.  bright yellow painted parking concrete stop. Our sun. dot. dot. dot. staring. staring. blinded by my bright core. dot. dot. dot.

707 Rose.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Saturday, May 27, 2017

everyone*

everyone

no one

everyone

no one

the pattern

doesn't matter

as long as
you

you love
you love

you love
yourself

this
pattern

everyone
that has love for you
good to you
will come

the no ones
will disappear
on their own

disappear
on their own.

everyone loves me
because
because

i've left
left
the no ones
alone

alone.
alone.

the pattern
this pattern

alone.

Friday, May 26, 2017

poema perdido y encontrado en papel rosado

No hay nada peor
que tener una corona
y no saber que la tenias

No hay nada peor
No hay nada peor

Hay no Hay
nada peor
que estar ocupado
rellenandote de aire
frio, caliente, tibio

No hay nada peor que
registrar tu libro
despues del tsunami

No hay nada peor
No hay nada peor

que pensar que
la vida te debe
una explicacion

no hay nada peor
que llorar
por alguien que
nunca te quizo

ni te valoro
ni sabia de tu
existencia

en los planetas
Tierra
Marte
Neptuno

No hay nada  peor
que tener inspiraciones
de limpieza a
la una de la manana


*este poema fue encontrado y dice 13 de marzo no tiene fecha exacta...(no year just march 13)

it is on pink lined paper so it's probably from one of my journals...

Thursday, May 25, 2017

always get*

always get
what I want

this is what you said

always get what
I want

I didn't know
people were goals

summertime

in nocturnal dreams

lavender fields
in the summer

brushing up against
my Napa
suntanned ankles

black leather
sandals
tied to my
free
barefoot
feet

my orchid painted
toes
toes
toes

I always
get what I want

Do you?

Do you?

so do I.
so do I.

the universe
provided me
with you.

You.
You.

relaxing
looking up at the vanilla sky
holding hands
in sweet lavender

sweet
lavender.

sweet
lavender.

lavanda
lavanda
lavanda

Vanilla Sky.  2017, Stella Santamaria & HB

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

put away your phone

run way
running away

towards

run way
running away

towards

the engines are revved
massaging
in plush black leather

they don't say
put away your phone

first class
warm towel
hot food

iced drinks
in glass
glass

no plastic
all glass
metal

first class
runway

catwalks
with planes
instead of humans

humans
Houston Runway. 2017, Stella Santamaria

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



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










Saturday, April 29, 2017

what? do? you? want?

what
do
you
want

yeah, I'm here.

what
do
you
want

a quick fix

what
do
you
want

no, I don't do that

what
do
you
want

there's nothing wrong
no judgments

what
do
you
want

what? do? you? want?

No
I
won't lie for you.

Why should I?
I have nothing to hide.
nothing to hide.

Why?

you want me to allow
this

this chaos

chaos
into my life?

you fix it.

no, thank you.

namaste
namaste.
.
Peaceful South Beach.  2016, Stella Santamaria

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

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




Tuesday, April 18, 2017

you ask me

you ask me for a poem
I say
I am
a
poem.
Poet's tattoo in a selfie.  2016, Stella Santamaria

Monday, April 10, 2017

A poet's memoir.

love. today. quiet. you and I .
love is quiet
peace
love is a spider dangling
on its web
echoing the Deerfield beach wind

the spider at my feet
on my queen sleigh bed

the spider a symbol
the butterfly

together in the ego's web
deceit, illusions, fear, lies


why would the spider drink the beautiful butterfly dry?
that was once her friend?
that is her nature
her nature.

no judgments. just be.

forgive. forgive. forgive.

everyday you are new. every second.

the light spheres and the spiders says it's so. so.

S+S
S+S
S+S

the butterfly will emerge once more
the new chrysalis here already

drink me slowly
caress me
let me stay here
in your presence
in this plane of existence

*drink from you

do everything in stillness
peace

everything, everything, everything
is here.

you and I. you and I. you and I.

in three steps.
three steps.
1.2.3.
1.2.3.
1,2,3