In The Shallow Night

Moon over Parc Muntanyeta 1

in the shallow night
hollow sounds
disrupt the silence
words unspoken
throb in my throat
your teardrops
slip through my skin
penetrate my soul
run through my veins
with the beauty
of words
never heard
before

suddenly
no more air
to breathe
moonbathing in
menopausic heat

my male muse
whispers me
something:

a bittersweet
taste of reality
to anoint
my thoughts
and feelings
encompassed
with birdsongs
echoes in the distance
awakening
to the morning

 

© July 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

66 thoughts on “In The Shallow Night

  1. Your word economy is breathtaking. It both adds to the immediacy of the image you are evoking and invites interaction from the reader. And yet the fullness of this Moment is completely captured! Applause to you!

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  2. Oh wow…where do I start? Anoint? never heard of but I really like the meaning so I may use it one day! thanks or introducing it to me. 🙂 I am gobsmacked by this part: words unspoken
    throb in my throat
    your teardrops
    slip through my skin
    penetrate my soul
    run through my veins
    with the beauty
    of words
    never heard
    before – this is so well written. It expresses the non verbal language and or the imaginary conversations and moments we have, as we dream. I super relate.This part has really stunted me. I am actually a bit shocked on how well you portray this, but also, the feeling it arised in me. Well done.

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      1. Some things are whispered during the silent night.
        It happens to me too and many times I get to write some lines of the one I am on and some times I just finish it in one shot.
        All the Best to You always.

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  3. I found this an interesting read. It lends itself to meditation- precisely the sort of thing I love in a poem. It drew me in, then made me dwell on it a while.

    It’s brilliant.

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    1. Thank you, Ikenna. I am flattered by your praise. These words just came to me in the middle of a night. They were like flies around my head. I wrote them down in a few minutes and went back to sleep.

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      1. Well…

        To be precise…

        I don’t just like it,
        I love it.

        And that,
        My friend,

        Is what keeps
        Bringing me back.

        It’s my great, good fortune
        That you wrote it.

        🙂

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      2. Well, I am really flattered by your praise. Bill. Hope you come one day to Barcelona. There are two places with open mics in English. You could read some of your beautiful poems there. People would love them!

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      3. To me, Washington, DC with its monuments and the National Mall is quite beautiful. Some of the other aspects of DC, however, not so much. 🙂

        I haven’t been to Barcelona, but would love to see it someday!

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