Finding Love

One Hundred Days of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

He found love.
She felt his love,
the ripeness.
She began to believe once more.

Wild and unbridled,
they enjoyed the miracle of each other
and kept on blooming.

(c) Norma Martiri 14/02/22

Ethereal Garden

Ethereal garden,
moss and lichen,
a cycle of
life,
death,
decay.

I stare in awe at rays
filtering through,
emerald ferns,
tangled undergrowth.

I listen to the murmur,
the chirrup of birds,
the bubbling stream —
the silence.

I smile.

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Fearless

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Sometimes she talks
in a different way,
feels a kind of light.

A strange type
with such sights, such visions.
She looks at everything
with clear quiet eyes,
skirting the edge of abysses,
pushing through suspicions.

A fearless little figure.

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Speak

Hold onto those words.
Speak.

Once he answered
every question,
unwrapped the conversation.
It’s not possible.
Mean.
Dark moments form.
Family disappears –
again.
Speak.
Survive.
Go beyond.
Pass on precious memories
before they disappear –
deeper.
Speak.

He’s at the end.
All alone now.

Copyright (c) Norma Martiri 2019

Text: newspaper article.

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