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The Man Who Is Silent

The man who walks on Calzada De Los Muertos, speaks only in Spanish. “… in the remains of yesterday rain a bit of Moon is shining. Ice too much ice. And the time is somehow split up into tomorrow and into tomorrow. And the love, oh, love is…” The man goes on. Yes. Yonder, on the alley of birds, a couple is speaking into gold.

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 2/12/2011 6:00:00 AM

pesive full of wonder & longing!

Eiken Laan

Date: 1/13/2011 3:18:00 AM

Wow, I love this, it is deep and so moving. I find the language a lonely thing because I am Irish but live in Germany and have lived in many other countries where I had to learn new languages, this says a lot to me. I also love your use of the weather to create the atmosphere of cold and misery and then love...the image of the birds and speaking into gold, this is a wow poem for me.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 1/12/2011 10:03:00 AM

Hi there! Please enter my new contest HIGHLIGHTING poets outside the USA called Foreign Exchange, submit your best verse any form any topic. Put the contry you are writing from on the bottom. I'm looking forward to reading more of your verses. Light & Love