We are delighted that our friend and gifted writer, Magdalena, has given us permission to share a few more of her poems. We think you will enjoy her interesting perspective on life as much as we do!
(For more of her writings and her bio, you can do a search on this blog.)
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An Adagio de Uzhupud
Not sure what exactly an adagio is
However slowly, but inside
I know an adagio is a tarantula
That shows up in the morning hours
casting a slow movement,
while my eyes barely adjust
still packed from the night before
with toxins.
When the tarantula hides its shadows
On the forest green door of our bedroom
He, who plays the ups and downs on the piano
jumps naked out of bed,
dances with the tarantula in a glass,
And screams at me to open the door
to cast it towards the Andes.
The ten centimeter creature
sends icicles down my spine
as well as the black moth
that shimmers in the late afternoon
on the horsehair braid of his fedora.
The moth and the tarantula, Amorphous,
May want to stroke my feet, my Achilles heel
or perhaps slowly crawl up my calves,
ever so lightly.
The following morning I want to go home
but instead I stay and listen to the cock
And wait for the horses’ pungent
smells of dung to waft into my nostrils.
At the mercado I cannot take my eyes off
The dark, deep red waxy flowers
With tarantula-like tentacles,
La flor de Jamaica,
stands up stiff as the woman
gestures towards her kidneys:
It will cleanse e-coli, parasites,
erase hypertension,
and even promote soft stools.
For a moment I forget to take a breath.
Slowly, very slowly I can make out
the sounds of an adagio de Uzhupud.
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Very beautiful!!
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