I Spent the Day with Pablo….
I spent the day with Pablo,
a stranger I yearn to know.
We met at the shore, where
Calle de las Sirenas winds down
to meet the sea, swirling and rolling
like a drunk in a rocky cove.
He is hard to know, this Pablo.
His voice whispers words
I strain to hear.
His puzzling songs–
of lovers and death,
of moss-covered stones
sleeping beneath
the Southern Cross,
of calls to solitude and solidarity–
beguile me.
Am I the woman he longs for?
Am I the lover he yearns to caress
with fingers like fiery rays of an afternoon sun?
Or is it another, distant and ancient,
that evokes his saddest song?
He spits at me, this Pablo,
so I slide back to the sea,
his song growing more dim
until the sea covers over me
and I melt into death.
Poem and images: L. Gloyd (c) 2008
Evocative and memorable. Fran
Fran
May 17, 2008 at 2:01 am
Lori, I really love this poem! It’s magical and engaging. Genece
espirit07
May 17, 2008 at 2:39 am
The poem is lovely, Lori, and I love the photos.
shewolfy728
May 17, 2008 at 3:25 am
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
I love the combination, and your words are so evocative, love.
Hugs and kisses,
GwenGuin
gwenguin1
May 17, 2008 at 4:17 am
Yes, it’s a lovely meditation on this poet, and the pictures are mysterious.
imogen88
May 17, 2008 at 4:32 am
A wonderfuly hesitant yet strong voice of love, of wanting to reach out and touch. Superb.
Jill
May 17, 2008 at 12:42 pm
I totally get it, the dance you do with a poet you’re just getting to know. It’s just awesome, Lori!
jodhiay
May 17, 2008 at 12:56 pm
You evoke a real sense of Neruda’s own voice and pacing, images & attentions, and the art work is “just right”!
Kerry
May 17, 2008 at 1:10 pm
Oh, Lori, your words and images blend together to reach out to the reader and pull them into your world and Pablo’s.
Vi
woodnymph
May 17, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Intricate and lovely and so polished. How’d you do that so quickly?
porchsitter
May 17, 2008 at 3:58 pm
This is one of your finest pieces Lori. You have crafted an extraordinary piece which has quite taken my breath away.
Heather Blakey
May 17, 2008 at 11:51 pm