Inside the Locket

Shades of Scarlett

Lock it up or let it out.

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Francisco de Zurbarán, ‎Alegoría de la Caridad, 1655, Óleo sobre lienzo

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Inside the Locket

Spaceflight

Inspiration has yet to hit me. What is blocking its way to me?  Where has it gotten lost?  I hope it’s stuck somewhere  in distant galaxies. So when it meteor strikes me, I can see stars  by the dozens, the coy constellations in their gardens.   

Natural Talent

Maybe my problem  is that I insist my words be so grand, so vital, they transmute into oxygen, so literal, so eternal they be inscribed in the stone of your heart, so light, so alive, they soar off the page, find their flock, and back to mother nature they go! Waiting to be discovered by …

viridis

‎‎‎ It worries me that I have not a word to say,  not a singular thing to give back to Mother Earth  that would be worthwhile of my birth.  A person, I am only,  chemcially alive yet scarcely concious.  Insular to you I must be! Such a miniscule blemish of being. Please, have my promises…

Los Angeles

‎ Thank you for the wings.  It is time I find  a home to fly to.  ‎‎‎ P.S. Your sky is heavenly.  You took the silvering stars from our eyes  and cushioned them on pillows of graying smog. Perhaps so we’d always have an illusionary piece of ourselves to look up to  and perilously pursue. 

miel de duranzo (an ode to summer)

El día se deterrite a mañana. Los colores dulces del cielo pintan las flores y frutas. ‎‎ I lose myself in summer, wholly submerged in the neon blue of the ice cold drinks we dance with, under indigo-violet skies you can only see when you elope with the whales on the Pacific blue. How gold…

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Scarlet S.

My life is a literary one. I write poetry on all things love, loss, and life. Feel free to stay for a while.

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Mi vida es literaria. Escribo poesía sobre el amor, la pérdida, y la vida. Siéntete libre de quedarte un rato.

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