Simplemente Madrid
When a walk through Madrid became pure presence
I
close
my mind
As we wander cobblestone
sand
El Retiro Park
Madrid
Breath is air
A I R S meld
My body centers
releasing my shoulders
Down
architectural lines
runners paced e v e n
An older gentle lady strolls
Spaced squares in lines
of Spanish gardens
Light
Passes over tongues on the roofs
of m o u t h s
Softly spoken
The cold wind bites
El Sol
Beams across a lake
There
Floats a copper horse
oxidized time
Balanced on little hands tocando metal rails
Sencillamente patos
“Mama will they eat
the floating food?”
His heart beats
for mallards
even a sea away
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
Keep reading
More stories from Michele Nampalli and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.