The park is amazing, beautiful lovely flowers.
Parents take photos of girls dressed like brides.
The park is full of the laughter of the children
Of the cascade that falls behind them
The observer just observes from the veranda...
The silly waitress is having a bad day
Bad day, yes, to serve someone like me
Who the best deserves
As anyone else
Yet- look at her, now she smiles
At the pregnant woman
Maybe that reminds her of a just born niece?
Or maybe of herself a couple of months ago?
Today is Sunday, and she has to work...so
Old men and women getting here
Looking for a nice seat under a shade
They come from the north, it’s clear
By their clothes and their so white skin
Now rather pink
Running away from the ashes
From the freezing north...
They seem not to like the presence
Of the so many children
The so much noise
But once they order and kill the thirst
Their ears and eyes
Change the sound, the sight
The miracles of a cold beer....
And the observer smiles as she writes.
A little child approaches in wonder
She looks at my pen and notes
And asks me to let her draw
Something beside my words
And I agree so pleased
But her mother’s coming
Love, do not bother the lady
Now, the drawing and the writing
Is unfinished.
And I have to go.
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16 comments:
It's a very happy drawing!
Such a great description of what goes on.
<3
What a wonderful description, I can just see it my mind, the warm sun and the little girl. This is such a sweet poem, and the drawing is delightful, created by a young artist in a poet's notebook. There is something magical about that.
Aww, that was so sweet. The images you drew were so vivid I could see the park myself.
Before the present, I read in your blogs. The name Dulce surely matches what must be the sweetness of you.
Observing is such fun and your picture behind a magazine and with the words becomes a complete mental
image. As only the fine writer can do
Merci.
I read several of your posts. I could stay here all night. These are beautiful poems.
Dulce
was she really that happy or did you just want to draw her that way?
so much life just beyond our reach but we all guard our horizons.
you notice much
I like that
~rick
Wonderful!
It seemed I could see the place, the persons and even the child!
Did it really happen? I'm sure it did!
See u
This makes me relaxed and observing...Like I was there with you :)
¡Sensacional descripción, bella!
Observar, y aprender a disfrutar de las pequeñas cosas que la vida nos regala.
Besazos cielo!!!
your words created such beautiful imagery within my heart, causing me to be swept away from this life i live in my very small town, observing very little in comparision to you! the fragrance you create in your words fills my senses, dulce...thank you...
your words took me there
such a sweet interaction with 'love', and sweet that you showed us her drawing.
Muy descriptivo el poema.
Al final se deja llevar por el niño.
Muchos besos.
The observer has a beautiful soul.
Que dibujo mas bello para acompañar una maravilla de poema.
Ha.I like this Dulce.
Written like a true
observant writer!!!
:)
Beautiful! as always :)
Thank you for your comments on my blog :)
Great child drawing, a huge smile. I never would have thought to put a smile when I drew as a kid. Nice way to observe the people around you while you write.
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