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