Quietness Of Places Poem by Manuel LLopis

Quietness of Places


What a strange thing hiding in the dawn of this day
sky's whiteness put his veil on flank of the mountain
only the shadow of dark trees pierces the mist
What a strange thrill deeply troubles me in this day
Through window my eyes follow the waves of satin
that a cold wind draws on landscape lightly dismissed.

Nothing seems to reach the quietness of places

Comes always from far the complaint of a word
Its resonance rises to heavens as a bird
sanctifies the human-loving of poetry
feeds the wild flower that perfumes the spirits free

Nothing seems to reach the quietness of places

Do you hear silence of a tear calling the rain?
Its virtuosity is understood by soul
to become silence's absolute revelation
Often the sobs of the poet spawns the bloodstain
to save illusions fallen into a sinkhole.
Miracle of a poppy field for redemption.

Nothing seems to reach the quietness of places

The word is refocusing slowly on my heart
to play poems of a symphony of Mozart
awaking the renewal of my bark... sapless
to ignite virtuosity a spark... lifeless

Nothing seems to reach the quietness of places

What a strange thing has flourished in my mind today


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