One of Five

On that day:

I felt granite soften in my hands

and words took on mass, form;

water flowed uphill and time became

something we bought with the currency

of tomorrow. You asked for five thoughts

of every one hundred.

 

One, I cannot say that you have been

in my dreams. It is more

that knowing you, has been the dream

my life wants to awaken into,

eyes wide open, gaze inscribing stone

and one hundred waterfalls standing still.

 

Maybe you are right. Maybe we

are not permitted to spend

more than five percent

of any given lifetime, in dreams. Maybe

instead I shall see if I remember

how to make five wishes, and how

to make them count to one hundred.  

Author's Note

English translation of a poem previously written in Spanish, here below is the link to the Spanish version:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zorra_encantada/1552832/

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I am painting 100 waterfalls at the moment strangely enough. I did it once before but someone detroyed them. However moving on. This is quite extraordinary. I get a feeling of catharsis, or a movement towards what would eventually be catharsis; underlying the beauty and the obvious pain here. This is a paean but not towards joy, not towards worship but towards understanding; of oneself and the significance of another. It is full of the negatively charged ions of waterfalls. It has gained the good electrons.

[W.k.kortas]

Our mutual freind Mr. Simm has spoken of his fascination with synesthesia (which is evident in his work, praise be), and I see that here as well, but not as mere psycho-scientific phenomenon, but as something in the realm of epiphany, of transformation. Ken's insight as to the piece being " a paean but ot towards joy, not towards worship but towards understanding" is a keen observation, and one I concur with most heartily. I would also agree that it is a remarkable piece of work.

[daninstockholm]

supreb!! love the images in this!!