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Christina Romero Vacas Poem
Are they flies on a motorbike
Because that’s how they sound
Wearing yellow striped jumpers,
Whilst they’re riding around?
Are they short legged spiders
With cool super powers,
Who love hopping about
And sniffing the flowers?
Are they big hairy moths
That come out in the day.
And think my packed lunch
Is somewhere to play?
Are they miniature mammals.
That can glide through the air
And never get cold
Because they’re covered in hair?
Are they small aeroplanes
With miniscule pilots,
That descend from the sky
To dive bomb the violets?
They come out in the spring
As they don’t like the snow
And one thing’s for sure
(If you’ve seen one, you’ll know)
They are grumpy and rude
And don’t beg your pardon
If they try to push past you
When you’re sat in the garden.
Copyright © Christina Romero Vacas | Year Posted 2012
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Christina Romero Vacas Poem
I close my eyes and remember
Lying down, watching clouds,
Where grass tips lightly touch me
With sensations that are somewhere
Between tickling and irritation;
And the air’s heavily sweetened
By fresh growth scented Summer;
And sunshine envelops me
In warming blankets of light.
White islands in a blue sea
Pass in front of me floating.
Sense of position and distance
Are lost in the possibility
Earth’s turned on its side
And only consciousness of gravity
Prevents me stepping forward
And dismisses the notion
I can walk towards the sky.
Copyright © Christina Romero Vacas | Year Posted 2012
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Christina Romero Vacas Poem
I looked out of my window
And in front of my eyes
A glistening whiteness
Was an icy surprise.
Falling flakes had created
A monochrome beauty
Except for the colours
Of the postman on duty.
Once bare brown branches
Had their modesty saved.
Footprints were stamped
Where elements were braved.
Car shaped white sculptures
Stood frozen on drives,
Whilst lights on in daytime
Brightened up indoor lives.
Optimistic grass blades
Were trying to grow,
Small green survivors
Through a blanket of snow.
The air was so silent
The sky was obscured
By billions of snowflakes
Each one I adored.
Copyright © Christina Romero Vacas | Year Posted 2012
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