Traveler in Spain

A Poem by BlackHorse

I am a son of Galicia

I am a son of Granada

my difficulty in loving you

is not in respiration

I fail in measure and rhythm

Castilian is my language

our hearts are subdivided

Into smaller regions

the traveller in Spain is seldom

out of the sight of mountains

and I am seldom out of sight of you

© 2014 BlackHorse

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Anaome

Harsh words of reject. There is a bold, yet gold feeling to this poem like the Spanish culture itself. I love how quick the poem rolls off my tongue when I read it aloud. The flow is like a pebble quickly bouncing down and deep off a rocky desert cliff. (The words bounce off each other) and diminishes any hope for love and romance and happy endings. It reminds me of Aragorn's words to Eowyn in the film version of The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Great work!

Posted 10 Years Ago

AprilRN1210

well, this one makes you think... feels like a poem within a poem.. Our hearts are only as divided as we make it.. Depending on how wide we open , how much we allow them in and allow the sharing of ourselves is what determines that FLOW... the rhythm... the meter.... very nice...