©ggarcia

I hope you left in peace.

Not in rage that has long embraced you
Not in pain you chose to swim
Drowning all sense of light above.

Not in doubt of a bed of silence
Inviting you to set your head,
A cushion of rest, of content.

Not in sorrow that seem to come
Uninvited and invited both
Clouding the joy you’ve found at last.

Not in regret of what was then
What could’ve been or what would be
Of not seeing a child’s eyes again.

Did you free yourself in the end?
Touched the light beckoning you?

I pray you sleep well, little prince.

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We crossed the zebra
Soaked in air
Melt with the sun
Ice cream in hand;
Chatted nonsense, laughed
Sighed, a brief reprieve
From a life that was
About to change, harshly;
A cloudless day
Cats in lay or play
Trees in breeze sway;
A walk in the park
’Twas to be our last.

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Of quiet, disquiet
Silent night, no choice at all
A day of scuttling running about
Culminates in fading delight;
How anticlimactic
How cruel
On the merriest eve of all
You are alone
Incandescent lamp for company
A whirling fan for noel
Potato salad, Italian porcheta
Salty cheese and wine
Spirit of the season be mine
On this eve divine.
'Tis cruel.

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How could the hours go on
The days move on, people walk on?
They don’t know someone just lost
Oblivious of the space suddenly empty
A breath dissipating into thin air
Until it is no more, no trace no scent
No tangible left behind.

Pain becomes ephemeral
As life spins faster and faster
As if a sin to feel more than enough;
You weep but silently
Shaking but still, numbly
Alone in your sorrow
Standing on a hill watching
The city lights they just burn.

And the hours go on
The days move on, people rush on.

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And just like that, summer said good bye
Taking with it the scarred spirits
That meld with the ominous fire
Bringing them elsewhere, somewhere
On the other side of the line.

I, too, will take my final walk
As fall approaches, wish for new spring
The lost loves and failed promises
Hanging over like heavy cloud
Leaving behind hopes
That crumpled like leaves, browned
Wistfully preserved by a storm.

Say farewell to broken faiths unsaved
No more words, no more wish for more
Conversations fade in the noise
Amidst the fanfare that chase for breath
Looking for euphoria that never comes.

Wave to the crowd with pensive smiles
I’ll be out forgotten come next morn
A rustic era that arrived and went
Marks were left but now absorbed
Under the rubble of forgetting and scorn.
(July 21, 2021)

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There I was grasping for relevance
Like the beach sands trying to ride the wave but left behind
Wet, soggy and weighted down by footprints.
I was only as good as my last refrain
Soon everyone tires of it and moves on to a new song
Like a vinyl record you have to keep turning, churning
Until you’re all scratched up and broken
And they buy a new one.
I was so ten years ago. Nothing new nothing fresh
Out of ideas out of breath
Out of life out of inspiration
Out the door out the floor.
There I was grasping for relevance
In end, I realize, it was really never bestowed.

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Where the mind goes the soul follows
Though the body stays trapped in a toolbox
In lifeless shell floats.

Close your eyes and wish for a time hidden in time
A secret door beckons only those with heart to see.

Twilight ends when the stars come, then…

Empty mornings, chill
Wishing for the world
That locked its doors
You hear a song far away
Under the earth
You let it carry you, take you
On a magic carpet flight
Flap your arms and glide
And hold on to that thought.

The music ends when angels cry, ’til then.

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Sunday brings a promise and an ending.
It’s the first day of spring but where I lie,
the dawn of summer.
I woke up to the soft rain, the early light
barely piercing the murky glass.
I hear the rattle on the roof and the leaves outside
Waving, gliding, dancing. No birds out.
Almost smell the ground rejoicing in the fresh drizzle
I feel the wind’s embrace; Cold, shivering on surface;
Warmth on the insides.
I slumber, I wake, I dream, breathing, feeling.
I am one with the earth,
I am alive
’Til I’m not.

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©ggarcia

A flamed candle standing still
waiting to burn itself out
keeping vigil until the end,
what else can it do?

The fire dances at the slightest wind
a ghost passing through
ever so gently, so subtle
drawn to the warmth like a moth

Time stands still
to beauty, to peace, to wonder
yet the spirit ponders
why all of it so fleeting?

Soon what’s left of this tower
are but melted hot blobs
illuminating once now dark
like how love starts and cease.

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Grisel Garcia

Grisel Garcia

“When your life is so, so dreary, dream.” -WPC