Silvia Bre Poems

You have always known
that a moment will come
- it's lurking here already, it's below, it's inside -
...

That all this meaning exists and gets lost
is told by memory which vanishes
the ever-changing turmoil that makes you cry
the foaming that shines on top
...

The moon too mirrors itself wretchedly
among the poor vegetation
and certain lands afloat on sand
...

Still too tired not to be still
you come and sit
for a vigor not knowing how to be consistent
...

There are moments
I try to stay within my norm
to adhere only to what I see
...