Incoherencies

I wrote this in spanish, I'm not sure what it means I guess it's sort of an "automatic writing" kind of poem

Talk to me in incoherencies

you are the voice that rests in spaces, 

the most unique inheritance. 

An implicit frontier

that leaves illicit

traces of gold

and screams which

faint with the sigh 

of the sun

You are delirium

made into equilibrium,

a mute urge which

I sweat, that functions

in stillness, but which

is not necessarily

virtue

You are the instance inside

the instance, there is

never distance

You make of spaces

endless palaces 

dwellings which

flow and shiver

You grant me 

the color

of invisible hearts,

for which I feel

unexpected pain

I'll arrive like a swan

of the night, not interrupting

your watery wounds

If your heart decides

to name me moment, 

Reason will reign, 

suffocated,

Naught will arrive the push

the one that arrives alone, 

within waves

Don't mention

You do not speak my name

I am the name which shall not be spoken

I only enter through

holes at the bottom

of the sea

I involve so much reality

that you can only meet me

at random

You cannot hunt me

Is it the sun that is trying 

to catch the moon? 

You give vertigo

to souls made of

air and heights

that wait 

and do not

notice

At sunrise,

hours in which

no one knows

who is who, 

you shine, 

haunted smile

I am only lightning

I will always be

and then will 

come the rain 

SPANISH

Háblame en incoherencias

eres la voz que yace

en los espacios

la mas única herencia

Una frontera implícita

de esas que dejan

rastros ilícitos

de oro y de gritos

que se desmayan con 

el suspiro del sol

Eres el delirio hecho equilibrio

Afán mudo, ese

deseo que sudo, que

funciona en la quietud,

la cual no es

 necesariamente virtud

Eres la instancia

dentro de la instancia,

nunca hay distancia,

haces de los espacios

palacios sin fin

estancias que fluyen y tiemblan

Me otorgas el color

de corazones invisibles

por el cual siento

un dolor inesperado

Llegare como un cisne

de la noche, sin interrumpir

tu aguoso herir,

si decide tu corazón

nombrarme momento, 

reinara, sofocada

la razón

No llegara el empujón

ese que solo llega

a solas, entre olas

No mencionas

No hablas mi nombre

soy la que no se debe nombrar

solo entro por agujeros

al fondo del mar

conllevo tanta realidad

que solo me encuentras

al azar, no me

puedes cazar

 

¿Sera el sol alcanzando a la luna? 

Le das vértigo

a almas hechas

 de aire y de

alturas que esperan

y no se enteran

En la madrugada,

horas en donde

no se sabe quien

 es quien, brillas

sonrisa embrujada

Solo soy relámpago

por siempre seré

y después vendrá la lluvia

Reviews

[Zakari Schmidt]

An implicit frontier
that leaves illicit
traces of gold
and screams which
faint with the sigh
of the sun
..
That's my fav cuz your names in it :) very cool

[Frontier]

hahah!! I actually thought of that when I posted it! Thank you so much Zach! :)

[Zakari Schmidt]

I think this is a great poem, I wish I would have read it sooner! I love language and how meaning can be carried through translation, this is a perfect example.

Hermoso poema...

Is that close to beautiful poem? Should it be hermosa? Lol

[Frontier]

No you said it correctly! Yeah the "rules" can be quite confusing. :)

[paul sal.....]

You wrote it. so no doubt you know the meaning. make better choices, if you can, why do they come and go?

[Frontier]

Yeah sometimes I gotta go back to my writing to see the meaning, but while I'm writing it im not fully aware of whats its about sometimes. If you mean romantically...Im currently single...

[I Am Svetlana]

So many wonderful, beautiful lines in this piece! It didn't want to choose them on and full up my comment box, so my most favorite would have to be 'I involve so much reality that you can only meet me at random', for some reason, I feel that spoke about myself. Don't ask me why, but I feel in order for people to understand me, they should know that I don't like reality...so, they must pull me back into reality and meet me at random since my mind doesn't live in reality every minute of every day. It visits reality when it chooses, not when it is asked. I hope I'm making sense and not rambling, but that one like brought a lot of images and meaning to me, very powerful. But this is a very good piece and I really like the title. It was something new and the title was something different :) I really enjoyed this!

[Frontier]

You know, I can relate to that too, but it also has a bad side because I'm attracted to people who may feel the same, making both more difficult to meet. I'm glad you could relate. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing writer. You brought me into the poem and held me to the last words.
"At sunrise,
hours in which
no one knows
who is who,
you shine,
haunted smile"
I like the above lines. You left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frontier]

I really like that part too, thanks :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Denham Cole]

Great, depth writing from start to finish. Like riding the crest of a mercury wave, coloured moody blue. Good write. The great thing about this is how much you can grow in your writing if something like your 'Incoherencies' were a benchmark... I'm excited for you.

[Frontier]

I'm glad you enjoyed the mercury wave, Denham! :) I'm excited you're excited for me! I cannot wait to grow in this.

[PoemRodent]

I love how you brought this piece to visual images to the reader. The wording is exciting and breathtaking. A very well written piece.

Rob

[Frontier]

Thank you poem, :3

[just Penny]

This reads like it came from a deep, calm and thoughtful place. To "grant the color of invisible hearts" is an excellent paradox. The final stanza ends it perfectly ! Nicely done. Penny

[Frontier]

Thank you! Yeah I can see why you say it would come from that kind of place :)

[Nusquam Esse]

If you wrote the original in Spanish, you should share it as well! Always refreshing to read something as it originally was, and in a way so different than we often encounter. And indeed, this is an intriguing write, so surreal; the words really paint an emotive image in the mind.

[Frontier]

Thanks, and I will!

[s y e]

Oh now this made me think... I really liked how descriptive it was. Your wording just hit the bullseye and made it so powerful and effective. I thoroughly enjoyed this one!

[Frontier]

I'm flattered, thanks :)