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Enrique Reyes Poem
Maybe I write
to purge myself of feelings;
failure regret
disappointments that made me
this harsh desert.
So maybe each
word a band-aid
healing my soul
turning desert to garden.
Each line a spoonful of soil,
each verse a seed,
each poem flowers.
How long until my garden blooms?
Copyright © Enrique Reyes | Year Posted 2015
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Enrique Reyes Poem
See the road extending forward
like elongated arms bound together
luring us towards these adventures;
Electrifying sunsets
splashing the sky with hues of red.
Brightest moon
with glimmering stars like shattered glass overhead.
Towering mountains
with winding roads and scenic views below outspread.
Snow-draped fields
inviting us to jump on its soft cold bed.
Stretching trees
Swallowing sun light and branches rustling secrets unsaid
Listening to the soft rolling murmur
of rubber on asphalt whisper further,
what will you show next I wonder,
as the road climbs and bends ahead.
Copyright © Enrique Reyes | Year Posted 2015
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Enrique Reyes Poem
I remember trembling
the first time I held your hand
and stuttering, searching for words
when I first called you at home.
Most of all, I remember
walking past you
with that feeling in my gut,
but not of butterflies, more like
a thousand red fire ants
relentlessly scurrying and marching,
consuming me from inside.
And dear, those fire ants
have scarred me forever.
Copyright © Enrique Reyes | Year Posted 2015
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