Naked moment

by Karla   Jul 17, 2012


Naked Moment

Silence hid me
as I read those words
made of fire and past.
I saw you from the stage
when she clapped smilingly.
I saw you in her eyes,
in her hands, in those dreams
we dreamt/I dreamt when
I didn't have this face.

Flowers fell from the papers,
verses chained the universe,
we were again what we have
always been:
the immutable us.
"Don't say I am a Poet or a Poetess.
Little I know about Poetry.
I have no vocation to challenge words
neither to duel against phonemes,
morphemes, syntagmas.
What I like is the magma of the feelings
(...)
I am not a Poet or a Poetess.
I am what is done with my word
when it takes off the clothes
of the eternal now."

Mesmerized I climbed down
the stairs; you pulsating in me,
your heart beating in her chest:
we.

____________________________________

Life is infinite.

Karla Bardanza

http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com
http://skycladatmidnight.tumblr.com
http://embracingthegoddessforever.tumblr.com

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  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    Karla this is amaing. Though I would certainly call you a poetess any day of the week. You are inspirational.

    Love you

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by Rebecca Bentley

    Brilliantly written karla, well done :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Naked Moment
    ^^^^awesome title :) Usually when we are naked we are doing one of two things: Showering or making Love, either way we are fully exposed.

    Silence hid me
    as I read those words
    made of fire and past.

    ^^^burning words from deep inside. OMG I wish I could have heard you reading.

    I saw you from the stage
    when she clapped smilingly.
    I saw you in her eyes,
    in her hands, in those dreams

    ^^^Ah are you writing of Yasmins father? Thats what I get here

    we dreamt/I dreamt when
    I didn't have this face.
    ^^^ In your younger years maybe?

    Flowers fell from the papers,
    verses chained the universe,
    we were again what we have
    always been:
    the immutable us.

    ^^The imagery here is fantastic. Flowers falling from papers and verses chained the universe, to me signifies life coming forth from what has been written and being read.

    "Don't say I am a Poet or a Poetess.
    Little I know about Poetry.

    ^^yeah right lol. You most certainly are!

    I have no vocation to challenge words
    neither to duel against phonemes,
    morphemes, syntagmas.
    What I like is the magma of the feelings
    (...)

    I am not a Poet or a Poetess.
    I am what is done with my word
    when it takes off the clothes
    of the eternal now."

    You bare your soul thru your poetry, Karla. How I would have loved to have been there amongst you guys

    Mesmerized I climbed down
    the stairs; you pulsating in me,
    your heart beating in her chest:
    we

    At the end I am thinking gosh I wish she would post the poem she read for them here for us...I'm not sure now If you are talking about an actual lover or poetry itself...

    OMG this was hard. LOL Love you :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    I guess this is about the event of Portuguese Poetry that you have attended. Awesome!

    I like it when people write about something they have just did..

    The way you described 'we' (you & your daughter) as 'she' (one soul; one poem..) is just awesome .

    You have captured the essence of the moment when reciting a poem. And the most amazing thing is that Yasmim was amongst your audience, and you are cornering an eye at her, that means that you don't care about the world, but you care about her only. Perfect!

    I like how you described the poem you recited: past & fire.... I can say that your past is fire (probably +ve and -ve) ... And those two dual words are just awesome together.

    I wanted to highlight on one stanza, but everything is just melody to my ears.

    I wish I had votes left!

  • 11 years ago

    by average thoughts

    I have no vocation to challenge words
    neither to duel against phonemes,
    morphemes, syntagmas.
    What I like is the magma of the feelings..
    Beauty..