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Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns Poem
The dreams are the ones who enjoy our lives
So jump of the cliff and denounce your ride
Never look back, for single fly
Or to the unpredictable sky
Don’t let the thunder announce your demur
Shine to the future on your dry hands
Color your zebra stripes
Dace to the narrated smile of a wrinkled woman electing to part
To me all of us are fools
We are just ponies on a stride
There is no one who can empathize
We are in that simple transaction of life
Yet the one who will define our lives
Birds, follow your dreams
Climb the tallest wall, otherwise tear Berlin down
Stay close to your own footsteps
It will turn your predicted past
Put away your dolls, but keep them
They will soon rise to the light
Let the green surround you, and enrich you with its forceful gist
Sit back, but don’t unwind
It’s what we do now that will define our drive
Drive far away and write your path
The footsteps on the sand are the letters of your own book
The remains of your friendships are grips of your dance
Don’t be afraid of loosing a gasp of air
Keep hope on your save box and throw away the lock
Let it drown to the bottom of the ocean,
Let the wind take you by
Far, far, far …
Copyright © Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns | Year Posted 2013
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Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns Poem
Not To Be Used
Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns
Tickling began to contour my face
Cold destroyed the water
The windmill enforced in pain
I felt powerful
Velocity, the verse of my whole body
Moving in a single direction
Follicles covered the air
There was a sour sound, like the one of metal clinging
Boom! A sudden stop
His face was a fresh grass after a long night sleep
Up and down, this flesh was his
Nonetheless, not to be used
Not to be touched
The red around them made my heart untangle
Discover the power of a single word
Except, to notice this wound was gone...
Copyright © Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns | Year Posted 2013
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