The wall, the chocolates and the rhyming poem

This is the story of a girl who receives chocolates from a wall. Because, let's see, walls don't just separate people. In this case, it is over it that the exchange takes place. So, we could think that walls like this bring much, much happiness.

When my neighbour called me and gave me this plate full of chocolates, I immediately thought I could write a poem. Not about chocolates but about happiness... but I could also write about an intention, a love, a desire... then a few hours went by and things started to connect in my mind, like the fact that I haven't encountered poetry for days, although my head is full of verses.

Let's say, for example, that I see every day in Hive people with the gift of music, with the gift of drawing, with many gifts... but it turns out that the word is always present, and the word saves me because I spend many hours in silence. You might think that this is not true, but it is a fact. I don't usually talk a lot. And sometimes, I know, I am not very coherent when I speak. Now I doubt whether I will be when I write these and other words that make my blog on Hive what it is.

Do you notice that I speak like a tongue twister? Do you? I think you should take a good look at the plate of chocolates and notice a detail on that donut.

There is a little person among my favourite hivers in Cuba who tells me, with all the letters, that I have a gift for twisting words. It makes me smile every time I read it in my comments. Another hiver, to whom the Universe has given a great lesson yesterday, says: Ok, we know that we will only understand half of what you write because the other half is for your enjoyment. And so, there are already a few who agree that I'm messing things up.

But the point, i.e. what I want to say here, is neither convoluted nor difficult to understand. It is, as I said at the beginning, the story of a girl who receives chocolates on a wall. But she also receives sweet words in her comments, which are also like chocolates. Nice, isn't it?

However, you know how life tends to be. En un instante todo puede cambiar y la cabeza se puede llenar de dudas. The head becomes a besieged square, a zone prone to all kinds of catastrophic events, like tornadoes, non-stop rains, and earthquakes, perhaps.

To relieve me there is her: poetry, which would be for me another way of photographing life, because -I don't know if you've noticed- photography is one of my immense passions.

So this is what I'm going to do. We'll see what comes out... and forgive me because this is the first time I've made such a long title for a poem, but this time I think it's justified.

Poem for relief after an encounter with chocolates and a twist that filled me with doubts.

From gazing into the distance there is in my eyes a life
that sways tenderly awaiting
the stillness that in my verse does not detach
to the eternal stream of your veins and this song.

You are in me like a returning bird
whenever I drift in the drift of a sunset
I carry in my hands that honey that has seasoned me
since you exist and you prowl me with your footsteps.

Beautiful creature of my echoes
you make the stars tempt me
always look at me with your eyes of stars
that I will embroider the moon with shines and sparkles.

If flowers, water, shadow and turquoise are your dream
I'll spend all the magic to lull you to sleep
because I look, as if everything in me were small,
but immense is the pleasure that lifts me to name you.

I don't know of walls or of monstrosities that separate
because this love was born in another time
feel how the pleasures, the words pulsate
in our world, rhythmic and hidden.

It doesn't matter if you're reclusive, or if you run away
for not saying that the sky is our bond
I have among my treasures a drawing that is of a cloud
a melody, a pretext and an embrace.

And if there's anything in the way
the more cracked and narrow it looks
don't doubt it, no one has beaten time with viciousness
the happy thing will come, the immense thing that is desired.

I don't know anymore... perhaps I am dressed
of the poem, the rhyme, the madness
Tell me, child, if something hurts you
I'll find the remedy with ease.

Because this heart wants to shelter you
and for your happiness to be blue and lasting
I go quietly with my hands in front of me
warm, innocent and sincere.

Havana, 15 April 2023

(Translated with DeepL in the free version, that's why it doesn't rhyme anymore 😂)

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