Al Pobre, a poem by Carmen Frech Oliveri at Spillwords.com
Hermes Rivera

Al Pobre

Al Pobre

written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri

 

La brisa hace piruetas sobre tu ventana.
Imaginas tu reflejo pulido, mientras
navegas por las calles de Europa.

Una danza te cautiva, una sonriente gitana.
Un plato desbordante de placer
que derrama tu copa.

El piso burlesco,
con hoyos abundantes,
revela el lodo que encasilla tu desgracia.
Un calor te aturde.
Una inagotable burocracia.

Te observan tus zapatos,
tu piel crujiente y hambrienta.
Te susurras: “No veas hacia abajo”.
“No veas hacia abajo”.

Las calles te esperan,
sudor omnipotente que te derrumba en pausa
Tambores y niños descalzos.
¿Qué sueñan tiernos fantasmas?
Armense,
de nuevo
para una causa.

Una tristeza te acobija desnudo.
Tu pecho desplegándose de tu cuerpo lábil.

Al pobre, diré
“No caigas dentro de tu sosiego,
no te encuentres mudo”.

Carmen Frech Oliveri

Carmen Frech Oliveri

I am a bilingual writer, born in the US and raised in Nicaragua. As a child I was an avid reader and would recite for my mother's friends. As I got older, I began to read Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Poe as well as many other classics in Spanish including Miguel de Unamuno, Coelho, Isabel Allende, Ruben Dario. I was lucky to be published and awarded for a short story that was released in Mexico and worked in a literary magazine at our only American College in Nicaragua. I am now returning to this abandoned passion and have poetry in both languages which is partially available at my new Instagram page. I would like to join a community of writers in the US and pick back up where I left off. I am based out of Palm Beach County, where I work as a Speech and Language Pathologist for the school district.
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