–Abuelo, mira lo que encontré en la gaveta. Le enseñé el billete de lotería por pura costumbre. Realmente no esperaba ninguna reacción particular pues ya él no estaba aquí. El Alzheimer se lo había llevado lejos. De repente sus ojos apagados y cubiertos de cataratas se encendieron. Agarró el billete con certeza y sonrió; la sonrisa más hermosa, quizás la…
Iluminada Que palabra tan hermosamente tergiversada Por un lado es verbo que esclarece lo que esconden las tinieblas Por el otro es adjetivo de quien dice saber mucho sin saber nada Iluminada Esa persona que sonríe con arrogancia porque cree conocer el misterio que tú buscabas Que se pinta el rostro de arlequín Por miedo a que le vean la…
Hoy me encuentro... Conmigo Con misma Con la que se pierde en las multitudes y rutinas Hoy la pluma es mi mejor amiga Mi compañera de pizza y cerveza Hoy soy la jeva que me voy a llevar enredá Con la que sueño ser y se me olvida La que es brava y también llora como niña Hoy soy la…
Sculpture by my son, Javi. The hand is holding on, but the irony is he had to let go of his dislike of plaster in order to do it and in order to let go of that, he embraced his desire to do well in sculpture class. Go figure!
Everybody is talking about letting go these days. I read about it everywhere. People seem to be obsessed with the notion of "letting go". I understand it completely, but the more I ponder the concept of letting go, the more I realize that in order to let go, you have to do the opposite. First of all, if you need…
Hoy tengo ganas de versos de escalofríos melancólicos y penumbras del corazón Hoy sabe a poesía A momentos de sonrisas y sal Hoy ya se acabó Copyrights © 2015 Maricel Jiménez Peña
Puerto Rico sunrise, 1 month after Hurricane María. 10/25/2017
Todo cambia por la mañana Esa luz cálida de un nuevo día cambia los colores, los olores y la temperatura Las pasiones nocturnas resultan errores de la madrugada El monstruo que rondaba tu cama resulta ser solo una almohada Los sueños donde fuiste hada se desvanecen en la mañana Y aquel brillo de magia es solo el rocío Solo gotas…
So I wrote a poem about time that I haven't published because I didn't really like it and I realized that I needed to develop the whole time subject better. It seems to me that time is the only actual real thing that exists. And the curious thing about it, is that time comes more or less in equal form…
Trying to find the lessons in you Not sure what they are I don’t think it’s about plots or storylines It’s not about do’s and dont's Perhaps your poem had a purpose Beyond words and feelings Perhaps you came to ease goodbyes Copyrights © 2018 Maricel Jiménez Peña
He was in a place of darkness Where hate and resistance brew into a poisonous glance He was there Staring at the past and resisting... The present, the future, what he is He turned his heart into a live volcano Burning until there was nothing but a sulfurous stink and the charred remains of a soul once cherished He spewed…
I've been thinking a lot about resistance lately. What exactly is resistance? Well, in an electrical circuit (yeah, I'm going nerdy, but bear with me), resistance is a material that slows down the flow of the current. Obviously, that's what resistance is in everything: Something that stops the flow. And what happens when there is a lot of resistance? Friction,…