poem poems


There is a measured silence
that decreases, interrupted
by a thick nocturnal rain.
There is a sound of tires
on the other side of the door.
It's a transitory swish of traffic
that cuts this night in pieces.
There is a hummingbird memory
from the afternoon
now connecting hovering thoughts.
There are those sunflower seeds to sow
just to tell you about them.
Then, there are forgotten orchids in the xaxins
drinking water in large drops.
But there is a silent street,
dogs that don't bark,
televisions turned off.
There is a lonely woman who tries to sleep
in her warm and smooth bed
and there is her lover who's absent.




Poems: A page of Rosa Clement´s site
© (2003)