QUEMANDO - BURNS

spanish with english translation by author

                                

QUEMANDO

Lluvia de hojas doradas ,

suavemente caen , adormecen mi dolor ;

!!como si se pudiera ¡¡ 

el llanto que creía olvidado, se agolpa a mis ojos ;

invierno que llegas con falta de sangre ,

con abundancia de nostalgia y penas ;

te miro , me observo…….

ojos grandes , pozos verdes ;

la piel se me encoge , reseca contra los huesos ,

de noche en mi cama , los ríos , el fuego cruzo ;

quema……….el corazón se me encoge ,

me entierro las uñas en los muslos……..sin sangre,

marcas azules , me muerdo los labios ,

sudando amanezco………en la cama perdida,

tu……no me encuentras;

con los escorpiones , el polvo , las telarañas ,

junto con las alergias , también los huesos , cenizas, rosas……. 

el sol en mi jardín,  

reseca la piel,el alma…

me arranco, los venados me reconocen, de vuelta al santuario, con llanto,

con penas;cargando ..,

el dolor inmenso de ser y no ser, vivir y morir…

las grietas de mis manos se llenan de la sangre, que corre inquieta por mis venas,

la reconozco, la huelo,

la saboreo en mis labios, pienso en aquella sangre, que corrió por el campo sin descanso, sin poderle asistir, la garganta en un nudo, la fuente profunda de mi alma,

se acerca, se aleja,esta 

tarde de Noviembre….

                  

                                   

BURNS

Rain of golden leaves,

softly fall,putting my pain to sleep ;

as if it could !!

the tears that I believed forgotten ,

rush to my eyes ;

winter you arrive with a lack of blood ,

with abundance of nostalgia and pain,

I look at you ,

I observe myself………

large eyes, green wells,                                          

my skin shrinks,

dries up against the bones,at night in my bed,the rivers,the fire;

I cross,; burns…… my heart shrinks,I bury my fingernails in my thighs

no blood; blue bruises;

I bite my lips, sweating

I awake, in bed…lost…

you!…do not find me,

with scorpions, dust….

spiderwebs,together with allergies,also….

the bones,ashes,roses;

the sun in the garden,

dries up my skin,my soul……I tear away…

the deer,recognize me; back to the sanctuary,

with a cry…sadness..

carrying on my back….

the intense pain of being and not being,

of living and dying.               

the cracks in my hands

fill up with the blood,

that runs restlessly through my veins,

I recognize it ,I smell it,

I taste it on my lips….

I think of that blood….

that runs through the

countryside………..

blood of my blood,

through …the countryside……….

without rest, unable to help….the throat in a knot……..

The deep fountain of my soul…..comes near

……draws away;

(on this afternoon of November………..).

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You said a lot in your words.
"I recognize it ,I smell it,
I taste it on my lips….
I think of that blood….
that runs through the
countryside……….."
I like the way you write. You write with a experience pen. Leaving the reader with place, thoughts and visions. Visions here were not beautiful. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Such a smooth flow of words easily sway the readers with it!
Very eloquent piece, enjoyed it!

PS: Please increase the font size, the tiny font is stealing the essence..!

[Sari Segale]

Thank you for your amazing review¡ and...... I increased the font size in all of my poems,thanks for your help Jyoti.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

You are welcome!

[Emily]

Vary nice flow of words!
Keep it up!!!

[Sari Segale]

Thank you¡