There’s no use

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“There’s a perfume in the air,
A glimpse of wood,
Fireplaces, and youth,
My madeleine,
An essence of you.

How can it be right for the breeze,
So delicate as it is,
To bring forth
The thought
I so want to forget?

Oh, to lie, there’s no use,
I’m always caught by the truth,
I miss you, I swear, it’s true,
Even though, to miss you, there’s no use…

But, just like Proust, I too search for lost time,
To feel again the way our hearts beat fast from the start,
To understand how the longing begun so soon
That I still whisper your name to the moon.

Alas, there’s no use…
Our memories are too far gone now,
So, to the breeze, I take a bow,
And let the essence of you pass me by
As I, once more, say goodbye…”

Ana

Anxious mind

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“When my anxious mind stops crying
The quietude sets in through deep breaths of silence,
And inside, with a refracted light shining,
There’s a new born strength
Like a Fenix reborn from the ashes,
And my heart is ready to try again
As if I have been sun kissed on a rainy day.”

Ana.

Originally posted: August 18, 2018

Dear rain, if you see him

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“Dear rain, here you are again,
Bringing thoughts of him with you –
Why would you want to start a mayhem
By inviting me to play the blues?

Dear rain, it had been a while
Since I paid attention to the pile
Of thoughts with his name on it,
Hidden away so I wouldn’t see it.

But, today, alas, here we are,
Going through the memories of my heart,
Like data collected out of spite
So I’d always miss his laughter and stubborn might.

It’s the wondering, I believe,
That keeps the thoughts alive,
For I’ve seen you, rain, many days and nights,
Without his name having to cross my mind.

So, dear rain, if you see him,
Like you see me,
Don’t make him, too,
Play the blues;
Instead,
I give you way to,
His memories of me,
Wash away…”

Ana

Colors

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“Once upon a time, I used to write so much
That I must have written a full book
Only about you.
Nowadays, I try to grow apart
From the idea of you
That I have spent too long
Holding onto.

You are not the person
I think of inside my head;
I have been painting you
Quite colorfully
Despite knowing
I have never seen
Any of your true colors…”

Ana.

Originally posted: August 14, 2018

Poetry feature on Spillwords Press

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Delighted to share that my poem Safe Place to Land is now on Spillwords Press! Click here to read and to give it a little heart!

This is now the 7th poem added to my author page on Spillwords. It has been an absolute pleasure throughout the years to see the amazing work Spillwords’ team and editor Dagmara have been doing to support artists all around the world! Forever thankful for their support!

Wishing you all a lovely day and a wonderful week!

With Love,
Ana.

Uneasiness

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“Uneasiness isn’t much of a stranger,
Even though I can’t really say when I’ve met her,
It’s like she has always been here
Getting comfortable under my skin.

Of acknowledging her, I’m not keen,
But, as a pro, she has her tricks;
From twitching eyes and unrested fingers,
She makes me stumble as awkwardness lingers.

Walking in circles, the room gets smaller,
The pages I wrote lie forgotten and dusted,
My steps falter, for one step forward is always followed
By two steps back as my heart feels hollowed.

I hug myself for warmth,
I know I’m all I’ve got,
Responsible to plant a new seed
Of hope, to grow as I stop pacing and finally leave.”

Ana