Sleepwalking and furtive trapeze artist/ Trapecista sonámbulo y furtivo
As I've said before, I don't find it easy to write long poems. I feel that poetry is like a chocolate bonbon: compact, tasty, and small, because the idea is to make us want to eat more. Perhaps that's why a box of chocolates has a variety of fillings and flavors. And as Forrest Gump said, "You never know what you're gonna get."
This is my short poem titled:
In the windows of his eyes,
a sleepwalking, furtive trapeze artist hangs.
His body leaps in the air.
I look at him and feel dizzy.
He doesn't want to throw himself into the void.
He prefers to revel in the cornea,
to drown in his gaze, in his silence,
to be a contained drop,
Not a spray of trapeze artists
Dancing on her face.
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Como ya dije antes, no tengo facilidad para escribir textos poéticos largos. Yo siento que la poesía es como un bombón de chocolate: Compacto, sabroso y pequeño, pues la idea es que sintamos deseos de seguir comiendo más. Tal vez por eso una caja de bombones tiene variedad de rellenos y de sabores. Y como dijo Forrest Gump "Uno nunca sabe cuál le va a tocar".
Este es mi breve poema titulado:
En las ventanas de sus ojos
guinda un trapecista sonámbulo y furtivo
Su cuerpo da saltos en el aire.
Yo lo miro y siento vértigo
No se quiere lanzar al vacío
Prefiere regodearse en la cornea
Ahogarse en su mirada
En su silencio
Ser una gota contenida
No un elenco de trapecistas
Danzando sobre un rostro.
I'd like to invite @hljott to write their creative texts here. Remember to post in English and also in your native language.
Me gustaría invitar a @hljott a escribir sus textos creativos acá. Recuerde que debe publicar en inglés y también postear en su lengua materna.
Nothing comes closer to flying, does it?
True. Nothing.
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This is such a beautiful piece, @solperez. The metaphor of poetry being a chocolate bonbon is so accurate—sometimes a short, intense piece hits much harder than a long text.
The imagery of the trapeze artist choosing to be a "contained drop" rather than falling into the void is incredibly powerful. As someone who often deals with late-night work stress, I deeply relate to that feeling of balancing on the edge, holding emotions in like that single, unshed tear. Thank you for sharing this sweet piece of chocolate today!