Sanguine

brick-colored winds blow stronger

a cretaceous era tied my ankles

to the ground

I’m raising mountains

each time my knees tremble

like flint burnt from foundations

 

if I raise my front straight

in this bloody dust storm

crevices show up in the eye whites

in different directions

with my forefinger I cut pathways

on my temples

dusting off pink dreams plaster

from all my sleepless nights

 

I’m still walking on tiptoes

or on my heels

I’ll never be a brick

in another forecourt

waiting for a new glacial period

to find a place in a heart

like in an igloo

Reviews

[Dayran]

Lewis Caroll in ' Alice ' advises the individual who has swam out too far into the ocean to swim to the other shore. It refers to doing something with both feet.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks Dayran for passing by; I liked "Alice", I read it when I was 30.
Maybe some other time you can tell me something about my poem, Me, I don't like this one too much compared with others. But it is my style if I can say so.

[Dayran]

Give me the link.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I was obviously talking about this poem, but if you are so kind, you can review this one if you have time:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Crismonimold/1000243/
I appreciate other comments and I will try to comment on one of your poems again.