Poem with Arturo Mendez-Roca presents the poetry contest 'Alba Wheel', which closed a few days ago and the result'll learn to be published next month by the quantity (and quality) of contributions from many corners
the specter of a white day
leans in a corner of my dreams
and outside the edge of the world, how do I fill
where
which city should I fill in the dream
here
or when you wake up and I lean
those specific corners of the world
life should be like that lady
tabula rasa
we try every day to fill
as best we can
with
problem that can not erase what we wrote
What color is something to fill life with substance
ambiguous that writing scrawled on the back that the world is
green as the sea caressing the pupils we licked our mind
filled our nostrils with salt
- seagull-squawking-up is perhaps
shooting blue as the sky
as
eyes when viewed under a black mane
or perhaps the same hair
and condemns us to a darkness that
redeem or eyes that I mentioned before
nothing concrete so yes
is that you first wake up I have to finish
to recognize some
this body under the covers of the bed riots
perceive something new details as the convolutions
angles, curves and extensions for a moment
new
palpated just smelled something unknown dimensions
before I install on the day and awake
Arturo Mendez-Roca
Ottawa, November 2010
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