I find Myself wilting...

I find Myself wilting...

A Poem by Marco A. Valencia

 

In this November Light;

the mornings late, the evenings early,

I try to keep my anchor bound to summer shores;

Feet dancing over hot sand, salt foams soothing between toes,

But the vast sea that was my vista

becomes framed in prison walls of ever smaller durations

‘till the sun is but fleeting shadows passing over walls

 

In darkness I am a red wood in a cave;

contained as in a bottle, but not so well preserved.

Your yellow light is as honey to me

I long for it like the many leaves .

So here, strolling aimlessly along a wintry shore,

the sand grown cold like a sudden corpse,

I find myself wilting sympathetically.

© 2008 Marco A. Valencia


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Marco A. Valencia
Marco A. Valencia

New York, NY



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I am an Artist/ pastry Chef. Spanish is my native language. English suits me well. Since I was five anyway. I write in both. I am like a ghost between two worlds niether of which I truly call my own.. more..

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