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

[Chris Micha]

Very beautiful my lady! This was like a paradox in itself and I loved that. Amazing job! :)

[Frontier]

Thanks for reviewing :)

[A. Amos]

Compelling and enjoyable read. Well done!

[Frontier]

Thanks glad you liked A

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend

[TheKratiMittal]

Brings a smile on my face.
Beautiful poetry.

[Frontier]

I'm glad, Krati :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are delirium
made into equilibrium,
a mute urge which
I sweat, that functions
in stillness, but which
is not necessarily
virtue


this verse in a poem unto itself for me...

there are several verses in this that could stand alone...
very powerful poem...that seems to reflect the muse....and how we are ruled by it...
that last stanza..."i am only lightning/then comes the rain"

bravo...

really good stuff here, Frontier...

jacob

[Frontier]

Thanks Jacob, your reviews always push me to keep writing.