Poem… dear miss pen

dear miss pen

–september 7, 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

dear miss pen,
my confidant in passing
and thought-memorializing friend
miss pen,
you allow me to command, desire, say & ask
but one day, you’ll leave my thoughts mid task
miss pen,
you’ll take your leave, but to what end?
you’ll silence me, and the flow of words suspend
miss pen,
i’ve cradled you in my hand
my fingers’ touch –paper’s jealousy can’t stand
i’ll grieve the ink you’ve spilled for me, miss pen
i’ll cry our final strokes
and suffer your ink’s end
i promise… our scribbled love shall not erode
nor shall the affection that on my heart you wrote.

dear miss pen will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–


Poem… Passion

Passion

(translation|modification of Pasión)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Fantasies of words,
ecstasy without reason…
Only you reside
in the dwellings of my heart.

The love you offer
intoxicates my heart;
the love I correspond to
is without comparison.

You, My Love,
are unforgettable.
The longer my life,
the more, and more I’ll love you.

My Blessed Love,
you accompanied my youth,
became my light of joy,
and mitigated sorrows.

From your hands: a thousand caresses
From your lips: a thousand kisses
From your arms: a thousand delights
From your heart: eternal love.

The tender gaze
of your fountains of fondness
jet watery arches
into the pool of my soul’s affections.


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–



 

Nature: Word of the Divine | La Naturaleza: Palabra de lo Divino

nature red forest leaves
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Nature is the word of the Divine. The faithful should be horrified with its destruction –as if sacred scriptures were in flames.


La naturaleza es la palabra de lo Divino. Los fieles deberían llenarse de horror con su destrucción –como si escrituras sagradas estuvieran en llamas.

–Luis S. González-Acevedo

Poem: The Poet’s Destiny (translation of Destino del Poeta)

Selected Verses:

The Poet’s Destiny

(translation of Destino del Poeta)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Who will impose silence on a poet’s lips?
Who can go to war without weapons?
The words of a poet: beneficial arrows.
Villainous weapons: terrify the planet…

…Poets die pronouncing eternal words.
Vicious time makes us suffer austere deaths.
It’s a curse that lasts a million serene nights;
but like Lazarus, every poet awaits the voice that proclaims: “Poet, come forth.”

 

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and the original in Spanish @…