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