Poems of Brenda Arroyo
|1.||a seeming less heart||10/23/2009|
|6.||I am not a bird;||3/16/2010|
|7.||Love Like Stone||6/27/2009|
|8.||On my way out||10/23/2009|
|9.||something to remember||10/23/2009|
|10.||Sometime in May,||3/10/2010|
|12.||The stone beneath my skin melts,||10/25/2009|
|13.||Tomorrow dried in the hopes of reaching yesterday.||6/27/2009|
|14.||We're still in March||3/11/2010|
something to remember
Everything was soft that day...
Like the color of grace or
The scent of mercy.
The air, the sun, and the wind were all soft.
So soft, that summer’s heat melted into my hair as I tried not to be.
And as I roamed about all those empty faces,
I could not help but to not think at all...
For I was empty too.