I went to a poetry reading I saw advertised on the local paper, they were offering an open mic, and I just wanted to read a little. The event was to celebrate a guy called "Poet Laureate", can't remember his real name. After I read, someone stood up and yelled at me from the back …
Ode to childhood
Precious sunbeams dressed in joy. They wake up early every morning and with a mouthful of laughter, sing. For in their tiny hands naps bravery. Future years growing in every corner wallpapered with hope. And when they turn, all colors go with them. Light lives in their bright eyes. Love speaks in their mouths …
On Philip Roth’s passing
To George Trakl
They have tried to send poets to the battlefields. They have given them machine guns and flags. They have dressed them as soldiers, and cut their wings. They have bathe their bodies in innocent blood, they have pulled out their clean and poetic eyes, they have cut their tongues to pieces; they have tortured them …
Why
there is a psychological dependency longing to find answers and perhaps develop questions adversaries move around and provide dark reasons written in their journals this is life some say this is death life says ©Marcela Villar M. 2018
Marcela Villar M. Poetry 