Author Archives: anamarcelaramirezcabal

Poem by Ana Marcela Ramírez Cabal Look at the stardust, notes of it falling,That cosmic symphony, so sweet and sullen.Will to lose structure, almost a mother,Gifting us serenades, easing our struggles. The universe finds itself cradled in melodies,Alarm, lullaby, divine intervention.Asteroids tumble, thunderstorms rumble,Animals mumble, chess pieces shuffle. I bask in the dust, life’s rhapsodyContinue reading “Serenade”

Poem by Ana Marcela Ramirez Cabal John bikes to work daily,He pedals through daisies.John, that’s what I named him,The man, suit, and helmet. John carries a small boy,An older girl follows.He never checks on her,Alone, left to wallow. City roads are danger,They’ll bite you, they’ll burn you.And trees, even stranger,Can haunt you forever. Yearns forContinue reading “John Bikes”

Poem by Ana Marcela Ramírez Cabal Hubris, always tightly spun,Soaring, gliding, comes undone.Waxed wings dare to touch the sun,Stretched forth arms with a handgun. Injured the fragmented child,Picked a bullet, burned your palms.Allowed fierce tears to drip down,Like a tempest, reconciled. Now, pull on threads back blithely,Weave good fortune anew.Bled out all your winery,Forsake, spill,Continue reading “Tightly Spun”

Poem by Ana Marcela Ramirez Cabal First breath drawn in your embrace,Cradled by life’s joyful greeting.Since, she’s presenced no such grace,Sowed seeds in your first meeting. Deep as life, her trembling stepsFound wisdom rooted in the earth.The scheme of nature with its webs,Proved to girl she needed stealth. Unburdened laughter of a flower,Constellated spirits gleamContinue reading “World, meet girl”

Poem by Ana Marcela Ramirez Cabal A sticky sheath lays on my body,All inches covered, isn’t it romantic?Shadows fall short, I’ve become a residence,For assertive guests so incandescent. They drip and glow and stain and flow;I don the wet as pines with snow.Most claim this mist is punishment,But flesh, adorned, is no ailment. With everyContinue reading “Sudando”

Poem by Ana Marcela Ramírez, Inspired by René Magritte’s “The Lovers II” Death has lost his trade amongst sheets, Lovers, materialising our dreams. I suffer the disgrace of your suffocating love, Bitter triumphant laughter still left in my lungs. Poets would call us faceless pioneers, The August sky in Brussels never seemed so clear. YourContinue reading “A blanket per head”