|Sometimes Mysteriously (Challenge 3) (Edited)
By sailboat on 02/15/2012
inspired by Luis Omar Salinas
In the morning sometimes, when first
rays stretch long across the meadow
and Larks sing in celebration of a new day
I look for your eyes, your soft smile,
the giggled conversation. How empty
I''ve become, like a ghost of pretention
without hope, without a soul. My mother
tells me, go out, but how could I not see
you in every face, every smile. Love like ours
is not found in church.
In my search for release, I write poems.
Sometimes I find a solution and fill
my solitude with brief feelings
of tranquility. Sometimes
I find the courage to lift my head
and go on. Sometimes, mysteriously,
I am whole.
Sometimes Mysteriously (Original)
by Luis Omar Salinas
Sometimes in the evening when love
tunes its harp and the crickets
celebrate life, I am like a troubadour
in search of friends, loved ones,
anyone who will share with me
a bit of conversation. My loneliness
arrives ghostlike and pretentious,
it seeks my soul, it is ravenous
and hurting. I admire my father
who always has advice in these matters,
but a game of chess won't do, or
the frivolity of religion.
I want to find a solution, so I
write letters, poems, and sometimes
I touch solitude on the shoulder
and surrender to a great tranquility.
I understand I need courage
and sometimes, mysteriously,
I feel whole.
By sailboat On 2/15/2012 10:20:46 AM