I Just Met A Turtle

I just met a turtle in the park. It was on the way Not where its mates Usually are, Near the lake Sunbathing. It was solitary. I figured out it spoke To me. Told me to slow down. And so I sat As words began to dance In flight Carrying a smell of pine trees,…

A Silent Voice

A silent voice conveys the absurdity Of fear instilled With perversity. That which the hours have just started To gnaw To chew To eat away with the passing of our Limited time Toppling the glass Half-empty or half-full? Never mind, in the end The glass is overwhelmed: Broken promises burned every day. Once the rain…

The Thread of Intimate Resistance

Ominous winds sweep the earth Brazen. Flames get higher and almost Burn you. Breathing fresh air while rowing, Your journey Goes on. The piercing ground lies at your feet, The sheltering sky is also pierced And more distant Than ever. Take your needle Start to sow Recompose the broken pieces Of life’s puzzle. This thread…

Shared a Nut

Shared a nutWith you butMe a slut?Door is shut! Spill good willGive me a thrillAnd I willOr stay still That won’t sellTreat me wellOr I tellYou farewell Won’t be blueShall I sue?I’m #MeTooWho are you? © March 2019 Marta Pombo Sallés

Twinkling Stars for Equity

Twinkling stars marching in March a sky of illusions, a sea of hope. Hardened souls scarred but hopeful taking the streets on Women’s Day claiming equality of rights, opportunities and duties for all respecting diversity in the world fighting to achieve human equity. No gender is meant to be superior. Abolicionists all listen first to…

Winter and Sparrow

Winter unfolds its alligator wings and my poem rests upon the broken wings of a lonely sparrow, afraid of helicopter blades above although we always handle all this with love (except for a small minority of protesters), each time we invade a street with firm though tired feet. And thus we keep our non-violent resistance…