Neruda

There are bodiless shadows

With shadows of their own,

Blood tearing canyons into hearts:

They lasso stars into mud puddles

And dose with children in the park.

 

There is pure sound without throat

Laying into night as rain in clouds

Or feelings into funeral shroud,

Dances with no one in the cold:

The sound of pure cold

Drowning at the heart.

 

I see, sometimes, when alone

The wind blows along the grass,

Through time, future to past and back,

Across clammy hands and cemetery stone,

Withered eyes and grey face

At a pace faster than lips last kiss

But slower than light’s last breath.

 

I can feel it blow the bodiless sheets

Freeze the fingerless rings

Kiss the faceless fear and stare

The gazeless stare into the ground

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

This is fantastic! I haven't had the good fortune of reading Neruda's work before this so I can't compare but I definitely felt the surreal and mystifying nature of this piece.

I'm happy to be exposed to something new! :)

[manuel]

nice

[Nobody.]

loves me some Neruda.

another brilliant piece by a brilliant friggin poet. you hit em outa the park everytime dude. cheers!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

spun into the wonder~ beautiful poetic web speckled with gripping imagery~

[TheBandit]

Shadows of Shadows
Intense s**t!
Lassoing stars into mud puddles
Not only was the language a pleasure to read
But the images I got in my brain from it were f*****g great too
Great work

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

Neruda definitely felt, finely ground. Love that green grass way Dude.

[Nothing Personal]

WOW. I got reminded of Pablo Neruda, the famous Chilean poet from your title. Of the little that i have read of Neruda ( English translations), I could sense a similar surreal touch to your poem. The apparent impossibilities of casting shadows without bodies, creating sounds without a throat or kissing a faceless faces builds up the mood. Extremely thought provoking and a tad complex. But it has a appeal , a very earthy one which all surreal works does. I enjoyed reading this one...Great write.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Words can open doors and allow the mind to wander and think. So many strong lines in the poem.
"Dances with no one in the cold:"
I had to read a few times. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote