fears of death #poem #poetry — Short Prose

….ah, I forgot to tell you when I meet you in my dreams
Arabella still sells bracelets in the silver markets
he asks me every time about you
I lie and promise her you’ll come next time
to buy another bracelet and some juicy limes now in the silence of long purple nights
my silver bracelets cannot hurt you anymore 
but every minute you are not with me
cuts yet another wound into my soul…

fears of death #poem #poetry — Short Prose

fragment from the poem Fears of Death

@short-prose-fiction(Gabriela M)


lovers without love

you, quest of lovers without love
your unrelenting islands beaten by the wind-blown sand
the sea
extends its waves beyond the singularity of night
the silk of clouds is looking for the sky
scales of reeds chime songs,
cries of those whose loves have sunk

I bathe in the aromatic rose of the moonlight
the night bathes in the foam of the blue waters
a bed sighs
the silhouettes of three carnations gossip on the floor
empty hearts expecting to be slaughtered

the sand receives me
in the distance a mast decides to flicker
the quest of lovers without love
on a wicker chair
a lonely glove
written by my favorite WP poet: Gabriela M
@shortprose1 Via: splillwords.com
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my poem “lovers without love” recited by Robert Taylor #poetry #vblog — Short Prose

The day that never comes

the sea throws fishing nets into the sky

the blood of stars drops on a lonely shore


ships fantasize under the reddish voice of night

fingers of the truth pulsate inside the wombs of underwater weeds

I comb my hair with dreams of roses and of salt

you smoke cigars within the loneliness of banyan parks

and in our island where all Mondays dress in black

our Tuesdays lock the saints in cages built from tentacles of mud

synapses snap

confused, the ships engage in fratricide,

mercenaries, the new gods, turn statues made of marble into dust

on Sundays, intoxicated by the smell of oleanders, we make love

hallucinations separate the blood of stars from sand

and by the sea which throws its fishing nets into the sky

we wait for the true day

the day that never comes

my new poem “the day that never comes” in “Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen” #poetry — Short Prose

© 2019 Gabriela M. via hereticsloversmadmen.com


Poem by Gabriela M. Via: Vita Brevis Press

deification of the virgin nymph
within my palms
the flesh of violet sunsets flips like fish on land
my eyes, inheritors of light
singular sinkholes punctuating a low sky
your love, eternal summer with no births or deaths
doors lock by themselves
into the secrets of that which will be
the danger of me
deeper than the darkest sea 

Initiation – Poem by Gabriela M. — Vita Brevis Press
Art Singular Forms – Callum Innes