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.

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, 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

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










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

Friday, April 28, 2017

strawberry scented air

everyone wants

someone

everyone says

anyone

anonymously

everyone wants

someone

everyone says

anyone

anonymously

welcome
welcome

to relativity of truth
from men

freedom from all of it.
freedom
is the trick.

truth
is relative
from a man

a man

drowning
in a stout glass
drowning
in an engraved pill
drowning
with broken
bones

battling
avoiding
the accompanied
heartbeat
heartbeat

my slender brown hands

my love
love
authentic

love for self

so,
planes

the strawberry scented air

is home

again.
home
again

home.
Wild orchids from the islands. 2016, Stella Santamaria

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 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