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

if you won

if you won

won the lottery

what would
you do?

well

I would
write

day and night

travel

travel
in my private plane

travel
on my own ship
yacht

so that I would have
peace

peace
to write
write
write

by the ocean
by the trees

in my room
in my own house.

the universe
offers this to me.

take pictures
take pictures
create my own
daily retreat.

retreat.
retreat.





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

el cordon

el cordon se ha roto

lo unico serio es la muerte

ya te contare

yo soy el viento
y el amor
encarnado

yo soy el
viento

y el amor

amor
encarnado

en la generosidad de un cuerpo femenino
y
de aliento de playa

de todas las generaciones
de mis ancestros

ancestros

el amor.
el amor
de luna
solamente.

solamente.


The moon is home. 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

bienvenida a su nueva vida, welcome to your new life

bienvenida

a su nueva vida

welcome

to your new life

aqui estamos

here we are.

text me

Hi Beautiful
hey girl
just hey
hey

La mariposa. 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 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

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

waiting for the water


Galapagos Islands photo credit HB 2016 edited by me today 04/19/17

waiting
i've been waiting for the water
for too long

too long

waiting
i've been waiting to cross
for too long
too long

waiting

waiting to cross the water
waiting to move here

to sleep at your side
every time
every time

wake by your side
every rising of the moon
beating stars

to be cradled
by your warm body
your chest
on my designs

to look out to this

to the water

to the water
to the water

where our hearts
go

to the water

to the ocean

to the sea
to the embankment
of  our dreams

dreams
dreams

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

to you, my Mister


my Mister
yes, that's what you are

we kissed here
many moons ago

of course you remember

you would always put your arm
around my waist

preferred me in heels and a dress
or wearing your worn stained large blue tee

hair down long and loose
long
loose

my hair was long then

when I left

I cut my hair so when you held
me again
you couldn't feel my hair brushing up
against your hand

you wouldn't recognize me anymore

the shift

your large caramel hands
my wavy roasted espresso hair

brushing your hand
as we walked 
walked
walked





to my phobia 9572

my phobia
takes me
here
back to where it started
when the clouds were full
full of
wonder
where days would pass
on the road
I95

in my travels
on my journeys
to see you
to find you

in the theaters
in the studios
in the alleyways

cameras flashing
in NYC

Jacob Javits
Nuyorican Poets Cafe
Dolphin Studios
Hollywood

to kiss you
wearing the purple and cream gypsy dress
you liked

you liked.
you liked.

the clear plastic
rings
replaced
replaced
replaced*

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





Sunday, March 26, 2017

3.0. Universe

3*3=3+3+3

3 months
3.0.
universe

three zeroes
three seconds
three minutes
three hours
three days
three weeks
three months
three years
three decades
three centuries
three millenniums
three
three
three

starting over
always starting over*

I've earned.
I've earned it.

4+3=7
4+4=8

8.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

She awakens*

She awakens
a bright white light
you can see

the depth
of her curves
grey in contrast

She awakens
in exquisite contour
under the blanket of an inky sky

to let us know that she is near

She awakens
as perfect light
all the colors
violet, indigo, blue, ocean, green, yellow, gold, orange, red, magenta
powerful white light
to lead the way

in the darkest of nights
with halogen
fluorescent yellow lights all around

newly dried concrete buildings trying
to stifle her beauty
trying to conceal her
her magnificence

her loving nature

yet her white gardenia
eyes blossom
blossom


She awakens
She awakens

They call the goddess of the forgotten at sea
The goddess of the night
Selene
La luna.
La Lua
La Lua

The full moon Saturday Night 03/11/17


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Message from Stella

Dear Readers, Friends and Fam:

Good Morning and thank you for following my blog.  I have some updates.  I am waiting to see if some of my poems and photos (Art) :) will be published in an anthology.  Very exciting!
Also, I have curtailed my morning writing ritual because I was exhausted by the time I finished.  I am writing sporadically and when I can, like now.  I am studying for an upcoming test.  Fun!

Gracias por seguirme.  Algunos de mis poemas y fotos (arte) van estar publicados en una antologia pronto.  Ya les aviso.  Estoy muy contenta por esto.

xoxo
Stella