A poem written on an unusually stormy rainy day in January 2023 (complete with hail and thunder, a rarity in San Francisco) at Red Window, a restaurant and bar in Northbeach.
Me encanta la forma de desordenar y ordenar los versos. Me quedo con «Mi cuerpo se derrite y encuentro liberación», quizás porque estoy un poco asó en estos momentos. Gracias por la poesía.
I like your conscious connection to the rain and how you flow with it. Having spent that day indoors, doing mundane job-related tasks, I was totally oblivious to it.
That was a weird rogue rainstorm! It was over before I finished my indoor chores too. Yes, I like the "drip, drip" and the "let it flow". It's been fun to review the poems I want to share, and realize how much I like revisiting them myself, even though the concepts are quite simple. they flooooow. 😊
Me encanta la forma de desordenar y ordenar los versos. Me quedo con «Mi cuerpo se derrite y encuentro liberación», quizás porque estoy un poco asó en estos momentos. Gracias por la poesía.
Gracias por leer!
I especially like "my rocky thoughts" - a very good visual for me.
Thanks! Yes tripping on rocks… tripping on thoughts… tripping on rocky thoughts… all things to beware of.
I like your conscious connection to the rain and how you flow with it. Having spent that day indoors, doing mundane job-related tasks, I was totally oblivious to it.
That was a weird rogue rainstorm! It was over before I finished my indoor chores too. Yes, I like the "drip, drip" and the "let it flow". It's been fun to review the poems I want to share, and realize how much I like revisiting them myself, even though the concepts are quite simple. they flooooow. 😊