Lorna Dee Cervantes opens her pencil into pixels - poetry, peace y Xicanisma
posted by Lorna Dee Cervantes at 5:26 PM
It's a wonderful poem Lorna Dee. Amazing imagery. Gonzalez made an excellent choice.
Beautiful poem. I especially love the opening stanza:"I was looking for your hair, black as old lava on an island of white coral. I dreamed it deserted you and came for me, wrapped me in its funeral ribbons and tied me a bow of salt."
Thanks! And thanks, Rigoberto. I always did like this poem, an Isla Mujeres poem. Even at my age, hope springs eternal.Emmy, yes, my hair fetish was showing.
Lovely! :) I agree with Emmy -- the opening imagery is wonderful.
I looked for an email address on your blog and blogger profile, but couldn't find one. I'll be hosting "The Ringing of the Bards", a poetry carnival, on my blog on March 24th -- and I would be absolutely honoured if I could link to this poem. May I? :)
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