Stream of Consciousness

by Karla   Mar 23, 2012


If i could leave this bitter coffee
for tomorrow or maybe those overdue bills
my heart refuses to pay, something
unexpected might happen like a letter
from your God or a new translation movement.
But my ecliptic circle lost the axis and some
areas of my life receives more radiation
than others, burning plans, promises, passions.

Your hemispheres are farther from my sun
and the latest equinox was shy.

i feel my skin rippling over my body every Monday
when i get up at 5 am to go to work in a textureless
dimension, absolutely frozen inside as the sun
crawls to the kitchen.
If we could rehearse forgiveness, life...life would
be Zen.
But i see my own past looking at me
and you say "no" for the tenth time:
death always triumphs over my coffee in the morning.

Things have no name
and i am between the shores of pain
and love, carrying nothing but anguish
and it is a burden too heavy for a woman
like me who still believes in poetry.

i shall adorn my wounds with some more dreams
as i cry over my spilt coffee, expecting what
can't be expected, feeling the absolute in exile.

If we could rehearse again...if we could...
Maybe i could take a seat in paradise.
But what's paradise when hell is all
you have ever known?

Karla Bardanza

http://asmoonsewsthsatinstars.blogspot.com
http://skycladatmidnight.tumblr.com

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  • 12 years ago

    by East Poetry

    A profound piece... truly.

    Your hemispheres are farther from my sun
    and the latest equinox was shy.

    With lines like that ... I can't wait to read more your poetry. Glad to be a member of your club.

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    Karla this poem was so awesome. I loved the images here and the feeling I got when reading it, especially the part about waking up to go to work and the feeling you get doing it.

    I am wondering about something I noticed and I feel as though you did this on purpose as to emphasise a point. Every time you wrote the word "I" you used it as not being a capital like "I"
    This got my attention and I started to think what could it mean. I don't know if I am over reading things but maybe the not capital part of that was to say that you didn't feel as important to have it the other way? Like you didn't see yourself the way others see you.

    Just my thoughts but this poem was awesome Karla. Brilliant work.

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    That one last question

    But what's paradise when hell is all
    you have ever known?

    --- thought provoking.
    I could think that paradise would be a dream or something unreachable or something like a treasure waiting to be unburied. So it's much more precious.

    I love this piece, I like the use of the coffee and nature and also everything.

  • 12 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    WOW..... Karla, this poem speaks in volumes and I feel your message from start to finish... very nice!!

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