L C Vieira
You climb my tower of words,
on your knees,
as careful as Salvador
built his hanging tower -
spoon by spoon.
From Barcelona to Figueres,
you smooth whatever careless wrinkle
slowed us on our path to pleasure.
You pace yourself -
each thrill along the way,
while we are in another museum,
I, hunting for visions and surprises.
Dali gave his magic messages,
but you prefer my brazen breast,
somewhere to rest your thoughts
and let them disappear.
I search for words for all the parts,
and weave them with the help of Eros,
above the clouds, high winds and blue.
Salvador's drawers open,
calling me to find you waiting
with all the wonder of the world.
Oh, I laugh to think how quickly
I would trade delicious thoughts
For the raw reality awaiting,
somewhere else, new tonight.
(2004, Revised 2012)
L C Vieira's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Magic Words by L C Vieira )
- Fun never runs out!, PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
- The Passing Winds, Tex T Sarnie
- Too Few Words, Tex T Sarnie
- Wake up!, Md. Asadullah
- viper kiss, aaron jimenez
- बहाना/ Bahaanaa, Aftab Alam
- a dream, jaquesha webb
- I Go Far to Fetch the Truth, with Hope, Aftab Alam
- One a.m., Susan Lacovara
- The War Against Lopping, douglas scotney
Poem of the Day
- 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
- The Conclusion, Sir Walter Raleigh
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Dreams, Langston Hughes
- All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
- Heather Burns
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)